In the dim glow, a distorted reality writhes in sobriety.
Voices, ethereal and distant, fracture across the crystalline halls,
twisting like ribbons of smoke in a world untethered.
Shadows dance to the silent symphony, a call to the unseen, a beckoning.
And here lies the mirror, or is it merely a portal?
Reflecting not what is, but what could never be—
A whisper in the maze, a murmur in the dark.
Wander with eyes wide, step carefully, for the ground shifts beneath those who seek clarity.
Beneath the laughter, a melody persists, lingering like an unwritten story. Seek it, if you dare, in the silence between steps.
Waves of sound break against the shores of memory, echoing the tales told in forgotten corners. Listen, and become part of the tale.