The walls danced under the luminescent whispers, shadows shaking with fervor. Every corner hummed songs of antiquity, as relics of yesterday flickered like stars caught in a tempest. What lies beyond the horizon of tomorrow when entropies echo with undying enthusiasm?
The air thickened with jubilant enigma, pulsating like the heartbeat of an unseen creature. Revelations poured like rain on a forgotten land, rediscovering purpose in every droplet. And amidst this orchestration, the solitary question: What is the source?
The mirror spins, relentless, reflecting not the present but possibilities untold. Dare to look and see not what is, but the dance of wheres and whens? Indeed, time bends here, like a kaleidoscope of moments, gleefully unraveling threads of reality.