Between the confines of reality and dreams, where thoughts spiral like whispering braids in the breeze, echoes loom—gathering shadows imbued with reverie. Darkened corridors murmur secrets of fallen leaves, whispered tales flickering like flames seeking their phantom hearts.
Twilight blooms and withering petals sing, pulsating through infinite space as serenades gently shatter, cascading hues of forgotten verses drift amidst sandstone skies. Each note a fleeting sample of existence, leaving trails of stardust upon the cradle of time, as shadows kin, resurge to reminisce.