The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting long shadows on the forgotten trail. The whispers of ages past lingered here, shimmering like ghosts confusing both seeker and the enlightened...
They call it the Celestial Corridore, unable to escape the myths woven clandestinely into the fabric of reality. Those myths wrapped snugly around travelers' hearts when gazed upon the sky's tapestry, leaving behind only stars on paths seldom took...
The guardian of this passage, a silent observer unbeknownst to most, waits standing still, braided from sunlight itself, watching tryst travelers of destiny meet constellations presently unfound. The destiny eventuated—a lightspan flickers resulting vibrations offending what is, and to be is but a mere reflection.