In the interstice between time and its forgetting, woven like whispers in the back of a dream, exists a field—a dimension known, perhaps, only to those who dare to seek it beyond the veil. Its gravity not of physical mass, but of emotions deep and silent. Here, the air is thick with the weight of unsaid words, curling like tendrils of mist hanging over silent lakes.
To traverse this realm, one must first acknowledge the layers of their heart, encoded faintly within the strands of the universe itself. Each choice a note in a symphony of cosmic design, echoing through the corridors of space where hope and despair entwine in an everlasting dance.