In the caverns of eternity, where moments are but ripples in an ocean of time, we find the whispers of lives unlived, entangled in the perpetual dusk. Each heartbeat echoes a silent dirge, a requiem for dreams gone awry, woven within the fabric of reality.
Shadows dance upon the threshold of tomorrow, beckoning with ghostly fingers, as the clock chimes a melody unknown. The walls bleed memories, the parchment of life inscribed in spectral ink.
In this gallery of whispers, where each fragment holds a universe, we pause— suspended in the web of our making, where past and future coalesce in the sigh of a forgotten lullaby.