The loom of night spins stories in silence, weaving breaths of constellations unseen by waking eyes. Threads unravel, twist, and bind, born from whispers of forgotten realms. In these shadows of the mind, where dreams lay dormant, the fabric of reality frays at the seams.
In this place, where the sky meets the sea of stars, destinies entwine. Spirits flicker like distant flames, guiding paths through tangled illusions. Follow [the glimmer](../hidden/whispers.html) to find what lies beneath the veil.
A step forward is a step inward, a reflection in the glassy surface of time. Listen to the echoes of tomorrow, dancing on the edge of the inevitable.
Would you grasp [the ephemeral](glimpse/shadow.html), or let it slip through your fingers like sand in the hourglass?
And in the end, do the stars weep for the dreams that never were, or the worlds that might have been?