In the shadowy recesses of our minds lie the remnants of dreams forgotten— echoes of what once was, interwoven with what might have been. These are the hallways, winding and twisting through labyrinths of eternity.
Each dream, a story untold, contained within the silence of our sleeping selves. They anticipate encounters with the ethereal, where visions merge with memories in a subtle dance, leaving spectral footfalls upon the lucid waking.
Eternity, so vast it slips between fingers like grains of sand. It weaves an intricate web of time and nothingness, where forgotten dreams linger, lingeringly whispering secrets of parallel paths not taken.
Within this maze, deceptive and inviting, one may find discarded wishes, lost aspirations, and shadows of futures flickering like old lanterns in the misty dark.