Have you ever stepped into a whisper? You know, the kind you hear just after dusk, when reality pulls back its curtain? Imagine that feeling, not with your hands, but with your thoughts. They unravel like smoke in a dimming sky.
Here's a curious conversation overheard between worlds:
"This isn't the path we planned, is it?" she asked, eyes tracing the indigo horizon.
"Paths are more like... suggestions," he chuckled, his voice a gentle echo.
"Then let's suggest a departure," she replied, as dusk embraced their silhouettes.
Remember when we talked about time slipping like grains of whispered sand? Dive deeper with the remnants or float away with our echoes.
The dusk realm isn't bound by clocks, nor by rules. Just find a moment, and you're already here.