Echo of Time

In the corridor of dreams, where sunlight slants through puddles of forgotten thoughts, the whispers of time clamor to be heard. Each echo a world unfurled, a story suppressed beneath velveteen veils. The walls, lined with itinerant memories, murmur in languages only stars can comprehend.

Beneath the hesperian glow, you walk—a wanderer in a labyrinth of pasts intertwined with future musings. Your footsteps paint ripples upon an ether tapestry, the threads weaving themselves into intricate patterns spun from breathless silences.

The air thickens, sweet with the scent of aqua regalia, an alchemical potion brewed in the cauldron of twilight. Visions flit through your mind—phantasms of joy, hues of despair shimmering as stars begin to cascade from the velvet desired sky, strings of cosmic narratives plucked upon celestial lyres.

Beyond the echo, from the vast tapestry of infinity, a chorus of unsung tales arises, reverberating through your very essence. Take heed, for each step deeper into this transcendental archway brings the dream one breath closer to reality, one whisper less remembered… an echo of what is yet to unfold.