The gears turn in rhythm unseen, under moonlit veils that shed fragments of silvery luminescence.
"Take not a step, only to retrace the void where dreams go to hide."
Beneath the rusted frameworks of forgotten dreams lies the echo of a forgotten minuet. Do you hear it?
Staircases spiraling into oblivion, cobwebbed by the loves long-lost, connecting corridors of intangible shadows. Each footprint marked on the receding sand whispers of tales untold.
When lanterns swing in the wind-gales of the ethereal forest, and boughs creak under invisible burdens, will you wander past hidden paths?