Ether's Dream Sculpture

In the caverns of the subconscious, where shadows hold the light of a thousand moons, I wander.

Each step echoes in the halls of unmade dreams, a melody of footfalls on paths that never were.

I sculpt shadows with whispers, crafting forms from the mist of memories that cling like dew upon the web of night.

Time flows backward here, and the stars blink with ancient secrets forgotten by the waking world.

The lost soul's path is woven through the stardust, each grain a forgotten moment in the tapestry of existence.

Do not follow me, for I am but a mirror, reflecting the dreams that inhabit your own twilight spaces.

Here, in the ether, we are all sculptors of the dreams we dare not wake from.