In the quiet hum of twilight, whispers find form in glinting prisms. What secrets do the crystals keep as they sway between realities?
The air is thick with the echoes of unseen shadows, where each glimmer casts reflections of dreams half-remembered and thoughts lodged in the crevices of consciousness.
Peer beyond the visible, into the realm where the mind's eye perceives not in clarity, but in a soft blur of possibilities.