Where shadows dance with forgotten whispers, and ceilings dissolve like dreams. Perhaps it is a labyrinth—no doors, only alleyways adorned with echoes.
Lightbulbs hum cryptic melodies while the air crackles with vibrations of unspilled tales. Is this freedom or a maze? Ask the staircase with no end; it only smiles back endlessly.
On the walls, a mural shifts: a different story every blink, illustrated by stray cats meandering through panes of glass mixed with autumn leaves.
Questions and dodges → Colliding Glances
Advice from a wolf in the attic ♥ Howling to the Moon
Tangled thoughts; unwind here → The Secret Paths