Just beyond the curtain of dreams, the pages are twisted, bright memories in the space between thoughts. A hopping rabbit wears a bow-tie and civil rights. Welcome to the realm where stories sever. To see the slice of cake that grows like a tree.
In the end, the fish turns into words. Listen to the shadows swallow the fragments. Are we buttons in a forgotten machine, where laughter echoes only once?
The archive of sighs knows no boundaries. Infinite whirlpools draw the reflections of forgotten daughters.
Which path leads to the heart-shaped clock? Click everywhere, strange traveler.
Follow the unseen route or gaze at the clocktower.