You find yourself in a hybrid of twilight and echo. The shapes move in predictable unpredictability. Shadows compose themselves like whispering ancient whispers. Each layer, folded, hides above another, beneath the concealed mysteries of luminescence.
Have you ever wondered what the shadows talk about when we aren't peering into their depths? They murmur about possibilities—reality's blind spots, tangential truths rimming the cosmic whirl. You might want to listen one day. You might not.
Is that a shadow you see in the corner, or something more? Curiosity could lead you there. Hedda once stared too long and felt the layers beginning to unfold... or was it dissolve?
Explore the blurred path or find yourself near a shimmering reflection.