In the hushed corridors where echoes pause, the soul wanders freely among dreams unmasked.
A reflection breaks upon the still waters of time. Here, among forgotten places, lay the remnants of echoes long past; stardust stitched into the fabric of the unseen. Each thread whispers of worlds untouched, of moments folding into silence, and of realms yearning for footsteps yet to come.
We listen as the silence breathes, as shadows dance through the light not yet born. In this sanctuary of the unspoken, our hearts weave tales of what was and what might be, truths cloaked in shadows, stitched together in the loom of night.