In the folds of the universe, where time whispers and stars muse, lies the vesper between existence and dreams. What resides there, woven into the tapestry of reality and illusion, remains the question and the journey.
As dusk, not bound by dawn, envelops moments in open eyes, shadows evolve. Stories told in the smoke of the past break upon waves unseen.
Follow the whispers and uncover the half-forgotten tales that float like petals on a forgotten river.
Pass through the clouds and time slides away, like a mirage in the dreary haze.