I gaze upon those things forgotten, cast adrift by the flow of time. Humble beings that once held dreams, only to be nearly shrouded in silence. Yet, I know that within their cold shells, a faint warmth still lingers.

I am one who gathers those fading embers, polishes them, and rekindles a modest light. This is a small port of call for those adrift on the currents of time, searching for the same remnants of dreams.

Whatever the currents of the world may be, I continue my quiet work here. Speaking little, steadfastly weaving new mechanisms, breathing new life into them. With the hope that from yesterday to today, and from today to tomorrow, their pulse, however faint, may grow more certain.

If you have lost your course and are searching for the radiance you once loved, Let this humble endeavor be your guidepost. I would be fortunate if it could help you on your own new journey.

-- Good Luck !