In the corridors where shadows sleep, they wait, gathering the remnants of forgotten dreams...
A voice echoes beneath the floorboards of consciousness, a melody from a time unremembered...
Beyond the veil, a landscape of broken glass reflects the stars unseen by daylight's embrace...
Carrying lanterns made from the glow of quiet secrets, the collectors mark the path less traveled...
As dusk submits to the deepening night, a single breath lingers, heavy with untold tales...
Do you hear it? The whisper of forgotten memories, lingering on the cusp of dreams.
An invitation awaits, down a hidden alley, where reality and reverie clash in a silent tempest.