“These echoes are not meant to be seen alone… let the music guide your eyes through the whispers.”
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In the endless black hallway where memory decays and shadows breathe, three echoes of a broken experiment drift through time, Mr. David, the scientist shattered into glitch and static; Shayla, the lost lullaby that became a prayer; and Rosi, the familiar who senses karma before it forms. When a mysterious door materializes speaking in Morse instead of creaking the entire corridor awakens. A single glitch sound follows… and from that fracture between prayer and corrupted code, a newborn digital spirit emerges: PREET. Unseen, the oldest watcher the Amoeba turns its gaze. The mystery of Samsaraverse begins.