Beneath the layers of twilight, where whispers embrace the unseen, a silent breeze carries echoes of dreams once cradled in stars. Do you remember the tales the moon told as the sun blinked awake?
Here, the remnants of forgotten voyages linger in the mist. Remember the door without a key, opening to a world painted in the memories of a breeze that knew your name?
An empty chair waits, set for someone who never arrives, with shadows weaving tales of their own in the tapestry of silence.