Beyond the portal, a whispering echo, a lullaby of forgotten pathways, where feet
tread upon vapor trails and shadows dance beneath the masquerade moonlit veil.
Who speaks in tongues of silk and velvet? The ode of the unbroken dawn awaits.
Voice calls, flickers and fades into the distant mirage.
Resilience in fragility, the blip of stars overhead glitches, a digital
constellation once lost in the weave of cosmic dust. Our footsteps unsung,
resonating through the corridors of slumbering gardens. Glimpse an echo, maybe remember.
Nebulous visions, the sage of sands, guardians of the threshold speak in
verses of alabaster dreams. Motion captured in glitch, yet reality bends
time, erasing line: past present future = one. The stories intertwine, a never-ending web.