Amidst the shadows, a debtors' carnival unfolds—mimics of laughter curling into the midnight air,
the scent of oil and velvet carpets wafting through memory lanes where dreams collide.
In the spectral glow of waning moons, reflections ripple like echoes of forgotten tales,
and a single raven, perched on the windowsill of silence, seems to chant incantations of bygone moments.
Through twisted corridors, where each door dissolves identities into whispers of yesteryear,
strangers exchange glances laden with unspoken promises—exists the thrum of galaxies forming yet, twin orbs holding magic inside.
When the world melts away, can you feel it? That rush of blooming stars, yet uncharted? A tapestry of infinite paths woven through shadows.