Take flight upon the cerulean mist, where portals swirl around sleepy eyes and shadows cast whimsically upon translucent walls.
The loop begins here, where silence sings secrets and every twist reveals another kaleidoscope of faded memories.
In this realm of never-vacant echoes, children giggle not always as children should.
Step closer, feel the draw, it whispers stories as old as the stars yet strangely youngling in their delight.
You don't want to stop. But it seems things have a way of repeating.
Feel the hum of eternity beneath your feet. Shadows wheel endlessly, weaving a tapestry of past, present and future.
A dim carousel spins to celestial tunes; its colors darker than ink, spinning stories faster than your twilight dreams. This realm sighs under the unseen touch of round eternity.
Did you hear the bells ringing? Chiming softly with the void's laughter, calling you back again and again... into the prism dance. Be careful where you whirl. This loop isn't quite what it seems, but the tunes are lovely, yes?