In a realm where whispers weave through the fabric of night, shadows dance upon the edges of lucidity, their forms shifting like mists at dawn. Here, the unseen paths of slumber converge, unfolding tales of the forgotten and the whispered desires of the waking world.
Underneath the silvered moon, a breeze carries the echoes of dreams long left behind, resonating through the corridors of reality and reverie. Beyond the veil, figures cloaked in twilight navigate the intricate tapestry of what was and what might yet be.
Listen closely, and you may hear their song—a melody of intersections, a harmony of dreams and awakenings, caught fleetingly between the heartbeat of time.
Where Whispers Lead