Beneath the surface of everyday whispers lies a shadow—an unspoken hymn of realities fractured over epochs. Here, the winds carry tales untold, where palimpsests of erased histories reveal themselves beneath the silken veil of dreams.
A city once stood, its walls inscribed with the language of forgotten stars, echoing the secrets of the cosmos. Now only dust dances in the twilight, mirroring the forgotten dance of ancients in the moonlight.
If you listen closely, the walls sing of past lives, of shadows that once walked in the light, and of realms that existed merely a breath away. Each story a universe, each whisper a cosmos untold.