In labyrinths carved from the whisper of dreams, shadows unfurl their tales. A lullaby, haunting in its serenity, weaves through silent halls. It recounts memories of bygone evenings, stars reflecting in a sea long forgotten. Each note, a tide pulled backwards.
Between these walls, whose guidance conceals and reveals in turns, echoes the refrain of a lull originally sung in reverence to the moon’s gentle reply. It dances across the cerebellum like flickers of flame, vanishing when pursued yet always felt.
The puzzle pieces scattered across reality idly present themselves, refusing congruence. And so, through meandering corridors, soft as poetry in muted hues, the seeker shape-shifts with each new discovery. The search nods to the room beyond, curtain drawn just slightly.