The castle gates creak open to reveal a corridor of mirrors, where the walls shimmer with flecks of unsung melodies. In the reflection, moments stretch thin, bending like distant truths.
A seashell's whisper echoes through time, its voice entwined with threads of forgotten spells. Castles emerge in the labyrinth of your own making, where each turn births new wonders.
🌪️ Twisting, turning, never ending 🌪️
Sculpted Shadows | Song of the Stars