"With every breath, the stars concatenate.
The portal hums a gentle message, unheard amidst the rustle of the forgotten."
Serpents weave through shattered mirrors,
Eyes of quartz stare into the sunken void—
Your reflection ripples, once, then again, into endless
serpentine doors.
"The wind caresses the remnants of laughter,
While shadows extoll the virtues of silence."
Below the echo, a small sound persists—
A near-musical chiming throbs in your marrow.
Journey through its call and rekindle the stars.