We’ve been waiting. For centuries, we’ve held séances, whispered into mirrors, and left tape recorders running in empty rooms. We’ve built entire religions around the promise that death is not the end, that something lingers…
We’ve been waiting. For centuries, we’ve held séances, whispered into mirrors, and left tape recorders running in empty rooms. We’ve built entire religions around the promise that death is not the end, that something lingers…