Echoes from yesterday's dreams reverberate,
Whispers lost in twilight. Upon the edge,
where night unfolds its silent curtains,
lie the remnants of cascading thoughts.
In labyrinthine corridors of time, secrets weave,
INTO THE PAUSE OF INCANDESCENT EMBERS,
a flicker traces paths once forgotten,
now disfigured, reshaped by the helix
of eternity's gentle hand.
Would you dare to listen?
Somefar in the dusk – unclaimed territories
beckon, adorned with spectral echoes
where silent cascades breathe.
Open the door, stained by the passage
of countless stars.
Enter the Corridors' Depths
Echoes of Hidden Tales
Converging Infinite Paths