Have you seen the cathedral made of whispering ghosts? Echoes of stolen clocks shimmy across the aisles, enthralling time in elegant displacement. Once there, you are greeted by the silk-road merchants with hats woven from the last summer's songs.
A missive, sealed carefully with the ink of yesterday's dreams, awaits attention.
Wide-eyed children of the 18th century stare through modern fogged glass, watching the distant wheelwork of a steam engine pull clouds from the horizon. Smoked pipes and hummingbird wings collide in the vapor of this moment.
Visit the hall of forgotten memories where murmurs of bygone holidays glitter like moths dancing to a yellow burn.