Footfalls echo on marble reflections, drifting in whispered shadows.
Beyond the gate, where whispers are stitched into the fabric of twilight, lies a horizon untouched by time.
Do you dare step through the tapestry of dreams, where reality frays and the unseen weaves stories in broken light?
Unknown voices seep through the bars of the conscious mind, weaving tapestries of longing and echoes of the unvoiced.
The prism of thought refracts into realms untold. In every drop, a universe awaits its birth.
Stand still in the embrace of faded realities, and witness the kaleidoscope unfold.