In the quiet caverns of thought, where echoes of forgotten dreamscapes softly reverberate, lies a tale sung by shadows. Once, the aether flowed freely, draping the world in illusions and whisper-dreams, until it stilled, preserving hushed stories within.

Were you to tread across the borders of this slumbering aether, you might stumble upon the lament of the lost. "The streets were paved in liquid starlight," murmured a ghost, tracing fingers through dust settled on a memory.

Beyond the veil, under the watch of the slumbering crescent, resides an eternal library, where ink weeps eternally from pages of air. Herein, one discovers the forgotten "Lullabye of Stars," echoing the cries of the night’s forgotten tales.

Do you dare to enter the mirror gate that opens but once in a lifetime? Where time is a loop and thoughts burn like fading constellations in the twilight canvas of the mind?