In the depths of forgotten dreams, where silence reigns and shadows exist, the bridge emerges from the mist. Known only by its echo, it serves as the threshold between consciousness and the world of murmurs. This bridge was once navigated by those venturing into deeper consciousness, but now it lies dormant. Within its fading reverberations, stories of surpassing beauty and haunting solace persist.
Upon the bridge, fragments of forgotten whispers turn to crystalline truths. Each note holds a story, although most remain untold. It is said that starlight, when captured here, curates these echoes, preserving timeless moments aimed at the temporal wanderer. Here lies abstraction, where celestial echoes braid themselves into the very fabric of memory.
A distant invocation reaches from the eclipsed horizons. It reverberates through the heart of the river beneath the bridge, where the undercurrents hold embers of the unreal. As you listen, shards of forgotten dreams drift into consciousness, painting ephemeral images that blur the boundaries of now and then. Such dreams we clutch at our waking eyes, only to forget as reality hums its solemn tune.