In the heart of immaterial structures, where walls hold whispers and the ceilings echo the celestial murmurings of stars unseen, there lies an architectural opus written in the ink of dreams. Here, beneath the drapery of thoughts translucent, foundations are woven with strings of forgotten lullabies, resonating like distant tides drawn to the lunar grace.
Doors open to the soul’s hidden alcoves, archways framed by secret trees whose leaves breathe a language of wading seas. Pillars of wind bear the weave of eternity, revealing chambers where rivers flow upwards in cascades of azure memory; here silence holds its court, sovereign, and immutable.
For those who trace the lines of unseen windows, gazing with eyes closed tight upon worlds arrayed in ethereal luminance, a portal lies. Follow its intangible path, curated by echoes of a silent procession, perpetually traversing the mosaic of time's delicate rotations.