In the hushed echoes of a twilight world, where shadows whisper secrets to curious souls, the third eye begins its dance. A waltz across dimensions, where every turn reveals layers unseen. The ceiling crumbles, and the floor becomes a sky of forgotten lullabies.
'Listen', they say, as the static lullabies sway, 'for the truth lies beyond the veil, where light fears to tread.'
The night is long, and the waltz is slow. Each step sends ripples through the cosmic ocean, disturbing fishes made of dreams. They glimmer in the dark, scales etched with runes of old.
The hymns of the past lingers like a fragrance abandoned by a phantom. It curls around the statues of forgotten gods, who watch with eyes that see everything and nothing.