In the dim corridors of the mind, thoughts collide with the elegance of shattered glass. Each reflection whispers forgotten languages, resonating with echoes of an uncertain past.
The soul unravels, weaving tapestries of probability and shadows of the never-was. What if the moon is but the eye of a sleeping beast, and the stars mere dreams of our waking horrors?
Enter the labyrinth, where time is a thread slowly unwinding. Follow the whispers and pause to wonder, are you the one lost or the one guiding?
Eternal Whisper