Beyond the whispering winds, where cosmos breathe, lies a corridor
embroidered with echoes—the sighs of ancient lovers and the dreams of stars.
Each step upon its path ignites a memory—
hands once clasped beneath celestial canopies,
forgotten kisses lingering like dew upon dawn's first light.
In this passage, time folds, entwining eras—a tapestry woven of passion,
where galaxies converse in silent elegies.
Fables etched upon the very fabric of space,
yearning to be uncovered by those who dare
traverse the labyrinth of heart and time.