Murmurs of the Illusion Tread
"To walk is to ponder in motion."
The pathways here curve in ways the eye cannot always follow. Each footfall echoes back, often tainted by the pulse of something otherworldly. What are these sounds, Lumière?
Reflections whisper only to be unheard; perhaps it is our wishful dreams trapped within glass.
The illusion momentarily unveiled: “What have we lost?” asked the echo.
Paths diverge, yet somehow converge, leading us back to the silence we dread yet find comfort in.