In the decay of moments, where clocks forget their tick,
the echoes of past whispers linger. A corridor stretches, lined with mirrors that reflect the unseeable.
A phantom strolls the edge of twilight, its footsteps tracing lines of forgotten tales. Pearls of dew, caught in silk strands, hold the universe at bay.
The distant hum of celestial machinery is broken only by silent screams,
never spoken, yet heard by those prone to dream.Shadows play hide-and-seek in the crevices of time. How many eternities have passed in the blink of a prism's gaze?
Whispering Walls guard the secrets while Flux of Memory unravels the tapestry of what was, and yet isn't.