Parallels of the Echoing Universe

Among the swirling mists, the paths diverge. Walk left to find the right way, but that which is left should remain untouched.

To open a door that doesn't exist, knock thrice on the third wall, and hum a tune only you can hear.

In the realm where clocks tick backwards, the shadows speak in riddles and silence is loud enough to break the world's calm.

The stars align when they choose to misalign, painting illusions upon the canvas of a world that dreams in colors unseen.

If you wish to catch a reflection that reflects nothing, stare into the void while standing on a single toe.

Somewhere, in the labyrinthine corridors of the universe, a door creaks open into possibility, and every possible world waits just outside.