Whispers spill from the sharp edges of the artifact, recounting the dreams and memories of the Korvax Echoes in my mothe

Whispers spill from the sharp edges of the artifact, recounting the dreams and memories of the Korvax Echoes in my mother tongue.

Those within the Korvax Echoes have left the physical realm, but they endure through the masks and shells of our children.

Thoughts and knowledge ever-growing, we search for deeper understanding of the equation that defines our existence.