Visions flicker in the amber haze. Shadows whisper. The orb swells, breathing softly in rhythmic pulses. Echoes of past dreams linger, gazing silently.

Transparent forms drift, barely catching the light. Their stories untold, but heard in silence. The ground beneath sways slightly, an illusion of solidity.

You reach as the light dims. Touch it and fall through. Descend into echoes of laughter, distant. A place where the horizon melts into the ground.