In the core of the abandoned structure, echoes to reverberate—soft whispers of sparks drawn in the dust. Narratives are shapeless.
The junction of memories fleeting, frayed edges inhale secrets of blistered resilience.
Each turn holds submerged paths—darkened corridors awaiting kaleidoscopic leaps through dimensions of perception.
Oh visionaries, vague maps transcend sleep-laden eyes; seek the glowing fibers entwined with forgotten blueprints: