The gate looms over the thoughts, uninvited. Memories weave like shadows on screen.
A silent film flickers unseen beneath the surface.
Dramatic pauses filled by the echo of forgotten gates.

Dialogue in a language not spoken in ages, transcribed onto the mind's eye.
An unscripted scene: a question posed by a glance, answer reverberates in stillness.
The screen reveals what we dare not articulate—an urgent wish to recall.

In the flicker of a forgotten moment, the past whispers its cryptic promises.
The gate waits, patient, to reveal what lies beyond the shrouded intentions.