In the grand tapestry of stars, where silence lends its voice to the unheard, lies a portal—a whispering embrace of forgotten paths and unspoken dreams. Touch its edge and feel the pulse of a world once known, sculpted from echoes of laughter and whispered words of love.
Each echo a brushstroke in eternity’s canvas, painting realms with hues of longing and warmth. The heart’s shadows dance here, illuminated by the flicker of a thousand flickering stars, each one a memory of a touch, a glance, a sigh.
“In oblivion, we find not the absence of being, but the presence of what could be.”