Day 17: Wandering here feels like chasing dreams that click with your vibe yet leave behind a hint of dizziness. Everyone says, "Follow the whispers," but there’s a catch—the whispers don’t always know where you should trod, they just echo your own thoughts back, mixed with some that just pop into the void.
I met a vibrant character yesterday named Velv, who insisted loudly that moss here grows upside down because... well, simply because. You can never trust rationality too far into the twist of this place, but there’s a kernel of metallic tune to it, comforting and oddly lyrical.
Mirthful sighs and friendly shadows offer now wonders to unravel through passages like “Timely Mumble” and “Hum Perpetual Incline.” Each corridor sparks differently—like a session of doodling, yet occasionally accompanied by a soundtrack nobody's playing. Find your continuously swaying ground amid the notes!
Navigate through twisted foliage