Beneath the starlit canopy, the echoes linger.
Shadows whisper secrets to the moonlit fog,
weaving tales of forgotten realms.
As I walk through this ephemeral reverie,
the world fades into a tapestry of silence.
What lies beyond the door that never opens?
Halls adorned with echoes of what never was,
corridors that breathe with the pulse of ancient dreams.
Step, if you dare, into the unknown paths: