In the stillness of midnight’s embrace, I stood before the portal.
Eyes closed, breath held—the silent screams called from the void, yearning for voice, for form.
The air was soaked in echoes of an existence not lived yet deeply remembered.
The portal flickered with shadows long before time was known to us—a tapestry woven with invisible threads.
Each pulse a heartbeat of a forgotten language, one that spoke in hues of longing.
"Are you ready to remember what was never forgotten?"
Step through and see beyond the mirrors where whispers hang like dew upon the dawn's edge.
Each step resonates, each breath reverberates—a symphony composed in the quiet fury of existence.
A labyrinth without walls, echoing with the resonance of untold stories.
Beyond the portal, realms unfold that are not seen but felt—like shadows cast by the soul’s flame.
Here lies the clarity of a truth untold, the serenity of a scream unheard.
And in the refrain of cosmic silence, new journeys begin anew. Turn the pages of yesterday’s tomorrow.