The ethereal angles whisper in fragmented glances.
A glitch, a pause, a warp... in the grid of existence.
Where light falls—like shattered glass—on forgotten dreams.
Listen: to the silence between the currents of the universe.
Click the veil: Fractals of Reality
Find the whispers: Mirage Reflect
In the angles, a serenade of shadows and light—
and the warp, a lullaby of forgotten selves...