The light dances upon the threshold, casting silhouettes that breathe in and out like forgotten memories. Here, in the space between angles and arcs, stories untold linger like moths to a flame.
In the liminal hours, voices of the sun and shadow share tales of what was and what could never be. A place where the fabric of reality frays, revealing the in-betweens of existence.
Do you hear the echoes? They are woven from sunlight and shadow, a delicate dance of the unseen. Each thread tells of the phantom moments that slip between grasped truths.
Fleeting whispers caught on the edge of silence...
Beyond the horizon, where the ground meets the sky, lies an unmarked path. Travel it wisely, for it is where we meet the curved paths of another time.