Every now and then, you stumble across a glowing path, hidden behind the mundane shimmer of day-to-day life. It's all cracks and creases at first, a universe folded upon itself, seeking solace in silk-threaded shadows.
The tales untangle like ribboned stars, scattered in a sky where memories hum a tune. Did you ever wonder if sleep whispers secrets, or perhaps, just maybe, dreams are echoes of what never was?
If you seek clarity in chaos, you might find it here: fragments strewn like breadcrumbs on a forgotten trail. Follow the sound, and let the silence speak.