Whispers in the Corridors

The cat saw the future, but it was unfortunately inconsequential.

Once, in the fleeting pause of time unfurling, a doorless entry whispered into existence: paths unseen, yet children of light. Stretching across the infinite, bends in speculation were made of alabaster dreams, suspended in cosmic silence... until echoes began to talk. The ceilings of your presence pulled back, allowing the cosmic breath to expose its vulnerable entirety. Stream through, unjudged!

Turtles were known to compose symphonies in their shells, but only in the absence of rainbows.

In this place, the soft sighs of forgotten realities brush against the skin of the present. Kisses from stars you should have never known warm your arms as they beckon, softly inviting, a trepid exploration of whispered corridors that lead nowhere and always. Follow their song with a heart alight, a mind unclouded.

The matryoshka dolls contained within themselves a universe, silently observing and waiting.