In the quiet pause between breaths, the world holds its whisper. Every heartbeat echoes through the endless corridors of forgotten echoes. Here lies the echoes of silence, where murmurs of past lives linger like morning fog.
Do you remember the place where dreams interlace with time? A landscape woven with threads of soft memories, where each step resonates with déjà vu. The sun hangs low, casting shadows of illusion that dance like spectres at dusk.
A clock strikes without sound, marking the eternal tick that bends not to the will of man. You feel the rhythm, a pulse in the fabric of existence itself. Time does not flow; it breathes, in and out, like the gentle waves of an unseen ocean.
Once again, you find yourself here, in this garden of shadow and light. The trees whisper secrets of ages past, their roots intertwined with the very essence of time itself. You touch a leaf, and the vibrations travel through your fingertips, speaking stories of the stars.
As the last breath of daylight fades, the world around you transforms, blurring the lines of reality and dreams, leaving only the silent echoes of a journey yet to be taken.