"I was thinking about how there's no true end to anything..."

Welcome to my little pocket in time. Feel free to look around for a while, or take a rest, if you'd like.

I'm going to be leaving soon. The yellow line grows ever wider on this old train platform, and I know that my journey will soon begin.

The Internet is forever shifting, haunted by the spirits of the past and echoes of the future, as I might have called it in another turn of the clock. It reflects the people who live within it, and those who have left it behind. Ghosts and magicians walk between "then" and "now" and "what-is-yet-to-be", disintegrating the boundaries set in time.

You are about to begin a journey of your own. The curiosity that brought you here should lead you to your goal — follow it well. In the end, you should return back to my corner of this realm, and you will find what you have been searching for.

Before you begin, I have a few tips to help you along:

You'll be following a riddle that I leave for you. Hints are hidden within — it shouldn't be too difficult to solve, so don't overthink it.

These hints will not take you to any sites with questionable content. Should you find yourself somewhere that you feel crosses that border, navigate back to where the last hint left you.

Please, don't cheat. It's better to play the game properly.

Most importantly, have fun!

Here is your riddle.

"'You were the sweetest apparition, such a pretty vision'

Ever dancing at the end of the beginning of a land long-gone.

Under the red of the rising sun

Leading to track one born when this place was lost

to dreams of separation, mourning the death of an A.I.

Exclaim their name to call it along, and there you should find the name of their song."

When you're finished, replace "the-end" (in the URL above) with the name of the track. That should open the last door.

I'll see you again when the curtain rises. This is not the end, but the beginning.