The ether, stitched of ethereal whispers and frozen symphonies, breathes an echo not soon erased. Proverbs, ancient and tender, lie scattered here among the solemn frost-coated vines.
Arise through cobblestone passages, where austere certainties emerge tainted with lavender hesitations. Hollowed hallways sighed as melodies of bygone cycles dared a melancholy return.
An enigmatic cadre of dreams forged in iridescent alloy spirals into cerebrospinal twists drawn from silver-glimmered tides.
'Pluck from the weave,' they once commanded, embedding fancies into reality’s layered icy shell—where crystal tears suspend in a vast passage without end.
Wander towards the uncertain crystals that sing in sleep’s arcane chapel.