In the forgotten chambers of the weave, echoes whisper melodies of dreams unsealed. Through time’s elusive veil, the mirror holds secrets of journeys never embarked and futures uncreated.
The cosmic reflection bends reality. It shows not who you are, but what you could have been amidst parallel sands. Within the shadow of swirling galaxies, a question persists — who mirrors the dreamer?
Dare thee touch the unseen reflection? Stretch your hand towards the ellipse that harvests visions. Hearken to the silent chants of destiny’s fractal gates.
Step inside