In the stillness, the infinite coursers convene, weaving threads between realities that sway in the twilight. A whisper, like the soft bang of a distant drum, repeats the forgotten hymns of ages past.
Here I find myself—both alien and familiar—the spectral waters ripple with secrets untold, reflecting the sky’s azure lie.
In the center, a whirlpool of time and recollection spins, drawing the onlooker into its embrace, promising revelations beyond spatial limits.
An echo of laughter weaves through the pursuing threadbare glimmers, reminding us of the ciphers we left behind in the moments of fractured serenity.