Echoes of stalactites weep stories untold, murmurs entwined in the fog.
Dust laden dusk diffuses into melted dreams, the balance of silence and chaos.
Shadows dance in corners unseen, the aura clings like old secrets.
Flashes of a past unclaimed—a cacophony of vines forging paths through stillness.
A luminescent tapestry woven with the threads of dusk—a testament to non-existence.
Fissures in time reveal gaps filled with echoes—tear-shaped crystals punctuating the darkness.
Whirls of forgotten laughter echo in the undulating corridors, mesmerizing and strangely inviting.
Step within the layers, where feelers of the void cradle and cocoon.
All that remains are shapes born from starlight—caught inside a torrent of fleeting thoughts.