In shadowed alcoves of unyielding stone, where whispers of ancestry sift through time, the echoes of what once breathed and thrived elusively cling. These are the corridors where the membrane between past and future thins—a spectral ballet of evolution that hums a lulling song to none and mocks the certainty of present.
On starlit nights, the mutations gather under the moon's pallor, serenading the unknown with twinkling promises inscribed in silk and shadow. Victories of unseen futures whisper truths distorted as mirrors that reflect not the self, but potential, veiled in dust and frost.
Dreams of Serpents