In the desert of thought, where silence is a tapestry woven from the threads of unseen voices, the mirage whispers. The sun-soaked patterns of distortion unfold silently, a riddle written in shimmering air.
Woven into the labyrinth of what is not, the illusions dance—a phantasmagoria of shadows and reflections. Each ripple in the mind's eye becomes a story untold, a world concealed behind the veil of perception.