Have you sensed the whisper of ages past, calling you back?
Each moment a verse of a larger tale, begging to be heard, begging to be felt.
In this universe, designed not by hands but dreams,
lies an echo of your own existence, longing to rekindle
the warmth of forgotten solace, the glimpse of a familiar shadow,
an embrace of an endless tomorrow.
Step not lightly through this doorway, for it is both a beginning and an end;
a portal to infinity, where all roads converge at your own heart's desire.
The path demands not just footsteps, but a soul unshackled by time.