Beyond the veil, whispers entwined with shadows. A cycle never ending, spirals turning, fractal memories of lost reveries.
The sands, slipping through the hourglass, speak of tales untold, of echoes in corridors of time.
Ephemeral Gates
Lost In-Between
Echoes of Time
Fluidity in motion, like water flowing under the ice of an unseen winter—silent, yet powerful.
These portals whisper, not with words, but with the language of existence, the vibrancy of all that could ever be.