In the quiet recesses of a forgotten room, there lies a book. Dust hangs in the air like tiny memories of yesterday's dust.
The book has no name, and yet it whispers secrets to those who dare to listen.
Once, it revealed that the sun sets not in the west, but in the forgotten alleys of time's embrace.
Have you ever seen the stars dance upon broken glass?
Among the leaves of this mysterious tome, stories of cerulean nights and vermillion ghosts linger on the edge of comprehension.
Page 64 speaks of a man who walked endlessly along the shore, leaving behind footprints that spoke of words and worlds unheard.
Join us in the veiled dreams