In the forgotten corridors of Metropol, shadows whisper tales of crimson sunsets pouring between skyscrapers, languid and serene. The heartbeat of days unravels into nostalgic mists that linger in the breath of ancient squares.
Imagine the bustling echoes in that square — a marketplace of time, where histories intersect like woven tapestries. Here, dreams dangle from invisible threads, fluttering like the sails on distant ships seen from your childhood window.
An alley stretches into the murmur of an evening song, and the fragrance of every blossom tells a different secret — a fragment of what once was, or what might have been.
Under those ever-expanding skies, wander between realms with veiled shadows as your guide, and tread upon the cobblestones to unspoken poems illuminating paths forgotten by the world.
The city breathes still, inhaling every memory it has harbored, exhaling an endless sequel of eras harmonized with silence and song.