"Hark, for the tides beyond the veil whisper softly," said the portal, its windows dripping light.
In the realm where vibrant dust coalesces into dreams, there lies an archway of golden glimmer.
The stars trickle through like poets' quills, inscribing tales upon the skin of the night.
Beyond the seen, where the After's breath draws in echoes, a melody familiar yet forgotten arises.
The echoes of times not yet lived thread through your fingers, weaving a tapestry of glances.
Here, every shadow dances in hues unknown, every sigh a step into the cosmos' embrace.