Once, in the margins of a universe unfinished, there were scribbles unwritten: a journey not taken, a pen line looping back over itself. Here, paths crisscross in shadowed corners and forgotten echoes, where silence hangs thick like the sound of ghosts exhaling quietly in empty rooms.
There are words that flicker and vanish like fireflies trapped in jars of moonlight. These paths, not meant to linger, trace the loops of time – unwinding, rewinding, ever entwined with the fringes of reality. Each footstep a memory; each loop a longing left unfulfilled yet deeply engraved within the cosmos' skin.
Adventure awaits in these tangled trajectories. Open your heart to the spaces between, where ephemeral whispers beckon like shadows in the loop of eternity. Follow the fragments, ever hoping, ever yearning.