"The rain once danced like shards of glass," whispered the woman with sapphire eyes. "But who remembers the melody, the forgotten symphony of sound?"
"Stop," another voice, raspy and cracked like dry autumn leaves, murmured from the shadows of yesteryears. "You walk paths that lead nowhere yet they aren't unfamiliar..."
In this dimension, sounds fade before they even resonate, and yet a chorus of lost voices lingers, waiting for the touch of understanding.
Discovery is like reassembling whispers in a maze of stars here the answers slip through your fingers like sand.
The ground, a canvas painted with echoes, reminds us that we too are illustrations in a book we cannot read. Turn a page, and nothing changes, everything changes.