
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh So apparently when some ancient magic dude named Arkan decided to hug it out with a broken echo instead of yeeting it into oblivion, THIS spectral babysitter popped into existence. Like a mystical Mr. Rogers teaching fractured realities to use their inside voices. Because THAT'S what disc golf needed - supernatural daycare workers. Will these echoes finally learn to share their harmonic frequencies?