The low flame echoes a story untold, where time wavers like heat across a sun-baked horizon. The whispers of yesterday linger, woven into the fabric of what might have been.
In the depth of night, a single note persists... It hums the secrets of the stars, the dreams of the sea, and the sigh of the world as it turns in endless slumber.
Step through the mirror, let the currents guide you to decaying echoes, or perhaps to the whispered truths hidden beneath the embers of consciousness.
The air is thick with memories; each breath a step into the unknown. Follow the trail of fragmented dreams, or lose yourself in the vapor flow that spirals away into infinity.