In this dim-lit chamber, your shadow dances across the walls. A whisper of longing fills the air, curling at the edges with a soft touch.
Like threads of transient silk weaving in devotion, the moonlight reveals what the day hides — the echoes of a spectrum unspoken.
Puzzles scatter the floor, pieces of us mingling with what was lost. Each snap, each click of fragment, a confirmation of truths we can't yet voice.
Here, amidst the encrypted sighs of the heart, lies a door ajar, invitation wrapped in enigma. What will you uncover, once the pieces align?