In the silvery light of a world not quite awake, whispers traveled over shimmering fields of thought. All was familiar yet resoundingly unknown, echoing with the cadence of forgotten voices.
A gossamer figure stood at the threshold, clad in a tapestry of shadows. Did the sun ever rise there, or was time a mere suggestion?
Beyond the horizon, they said, lies a realm untouched by dreams. Do those who tread upon it remember the sky, or has it slipped their grasp forever?
Here, the air tasted like distant stars, and the ground was woven from the remnants of untold stories. With each step, the tapestry unraveled further, revealing the tender seams of the universe.
Silence lingered like a forgotten song, pulling at the strings of reality with a gentle, inevitable force. Would you follow?
As the figure turned, eyes like endless voids pierced the dreamscape, and the folds of existence whispered secrets only the night could understand.