Here, the spiraling galaxies whisper to the stones beneath the rivers, where moonlit shadows play games of impossible geometry...
The hourglass drips in reverse, the sand collecting at the top to form mountains above the skies. Footprints lead nowhere, forgotten by shadowed echoes.
Dreams peek through the curtains of reality. The pathways unfold themselves into known unknowns, riddles wrapped in echoes.
Passage to Nowhere Vortex of Springs Past Murmurs of Stone Silent Slips