In a realm where time dissolves, shadows dance beneath the currents of a silent song. Here, paths narrow and expand—worn by footsteps unseen, etched by voices barely whispered, yet undeniably felt.
The sky is not a dome but a canvas, brimmed with hues forgotten by day. You seek the melody that sways the stars, shivering the edges of dreams into night blooms.
Your hands reach out, not to touch, but to understand the beauty of absence.
Pathway Echoes