Layers accumulate like dust in a forgotten attic, each one whispering secrets of lives unlived and paths untraveled.
Veils of uncertainty cloak reality, trapping flickers of forgotten ambitions, guiding a lost soul towards the hollow echo of their own breath.
In shadows lies the truth, momentary glimpses illuminating the destiny overshadowed by choices, concealed beneath an infinite loom.
The intertwining of thought and memory creates a richness that is both intoxicating and repelling, a duality attended only by spectres.