A corridor stretches, like memories hung on a clothesline wavering between the breeze of yesterday and tomorrow's unknown. Do you hear the whispers? The echo of footsteps that aren't yours, but perhaps a reflection of what could have been in another life. Doors on either side, yawning chasms to what? Dreams untold, or nightmares lingering beneath comfort's thin veneer?

Explore the illusion further...
Peer into the dream pool...
Enter the warped dimensions...