The circles whisper secrets, never meant for ears of the waking, spinning tales upon the silent breezes. Entangled, a web of endless loops. Static lullabies cradle shadows as they wander silently within dreamscapes of forgotten dawns. The stars twinkle like distant melodies unheard by the earthbound.

Night falls, but is it dusk or the embrace of perpetual twilight? Tread carefully, there lies a path to where footsteps are swallowed by the sands of time, echoing the presence of those who walked before, and perhaps, those who will walk again. Circles drawn in the sand, fate's design undulating like waves upon the shore.

Memory repeats its dance, a carousel of recollections that blur the edges of reality. Here lies the eternal path, winding through the corridors of perception and illusion, where nothing grows old yet everything changes. Embrace the static, let the lullabies envelop you.