In twilight’s grasp, where shadows intertwine, the boundaries begin to speak. An abyss murmurs secrets of forgotten realms, where time bends and echoes of the past ripple through the cosmic tapestry.
A traveler pauses, stepping lightly upon the edges, for in these depths lies the whisper of what once was, and what could never be again. The stars flicker like distant embers, illuminating the path of no return.
As the stars align and the constellations morph into forgotten deities, the traveler feels the pull of the inscrutable void. The boundaries dissolve, revealing layers unspoken, where entropy dances with decay, and the air hums with an ancient melody.
The boundaries are but illusions, woven from the threads of what is dreamt and what is feared. Walk beyond the known and let the depths cradle your soul in a symphony of echoes.