At the precipice between worlds, voices like distant echoes resonate, refracted through an unseen prism. Each note is a forgotten song, whispered by stars and gods, tracing constellations in the mind’s eye.
The junction hums with possibilities. Should one step boldly into the arms of uncertainty, or linger among the familiar shadows? Pathways converge and diverge, a labyrinth of choices inscribed in the cosmic ledger.
Beyond the veneer of solitary walks lies the congregation of souls at invisible altars. Talk, they say, lessens the burden. Let words fall where they may, scattering like autumn leaves across divergent timelines.