In the whispers of twilight, where colors bleed and blend, a murmuration of thoughts flutters...
I wandered through corridors woven from stardust and sighs, each step a brush against the known and unknown.
Was it the soft echo of your laughter or the hint of jasmine on the breeze that drew me deeper into this maze, where each turn revealed another glint of your shadow dancing just out of reach?
Hidden Chambers | Whispers of the Amaranthine
I am but a traveler, tracing the outline of your silhouette against the horizon—a line blurred by dreams, flowing like a river through these endless pathways.