In shadows of cobblestone alleyways between the pages of time, the echoes sing...
"Do you see it too?"
An unspoken labyrinth where silence reigns, her touch brushing against the edge of sanity. They ask,
"What dreams are yours?"
We weave between letters forgotten by dawn's embrace, holding whispers of worlds unseen:
"The mirror..." they whisper, "It reflects more than you think."
A single candle flickers within the void, illuminating script written in the forgotten tongue of the stars.
"Between, beneath, above..." straining to capture the telepathy of ancestors long missed.
The rusted gates of the dreamscape creak, awaiting the return of...
Something.
Seek the further, the paths untraveled, portals opening one after another:
Whispering Walls
Interior Shadows