I awoke in a strange place of moss, mountains and small shoes, I call it the Greywilde.
It is a world between places and i've been keeping a Journal to document my progress (or atleast mildy interrogate it).
The path is never clear. The world, I'll never fully see.
But my music lingers here like hot embers in cold snow and the echoes remain.
🎵 Follow the whispers:
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