A whisper in the dark, traversing through the undulating currents of memory.
Are we the architects of our dreams, or mere passengers in the void’s grand tapestry?
Steps echo on paths unseen, yet somehow known.
A flicker of light in the shadow's embrace—a fleeting moment before the dawn.

Press your palm against the cosmic glass, and feel the stars breathe.
In this place between places, where time wraps around itself like ribbons on an elder tree
you will learn the language of silence.