In the caverns of thought, where echoes speak in colors. The whispering shadows dance upon the walls, tracing stories in luminous hues. Here, time is not a linear companion but a swirling entity of moments, lost yet connected.
Gaze into the void, and it gazes back, revealing secrets untold. A prism of realities bends before you, each facet a world forgotten, each ray a memory untethered. Step lightly, for every step is a note in the symphony of the cosmos.