Beneath the midnight sky, a whisper of forgotten tales. The shadows dance, weaving stories unspoken, untold. Echoes of a voice you cannot recall, tracing outlines of unreal dreams. In the periphery, figures linger, ephemeral and elusive, in search for meaning in their existence. They stand, they wait, they fade into silence.
Do you hear it? The rustle of unseen wings, a flicker of light that was never there. In the garden of shadows, the moon bows in reverence to truths obscured by time. You walk with ghosts of your past, their faces annals of emotions unexpressed.
The mirror shatters, fragments scattered across the floor — each piece a story fragment, a glimpse into the abyss. Stand tall, stand still, the shadows whisper, as you piece together the puzzle of your soul. Somewhere, a clock ticks, counting down moments lost in the dark.
Follow the trail through the mist, to uncover truths untouched, or perhaps wander further, into the night.