The Symposium of Eternal Chimes
In the whispering alleys between dreams, where the sands of time dance in solemn harmony, we witness the murmurs of ancient tales.
“To seek the beginning,” they said with voices woven from twilight's yarn, “is to unravel the very essence of endings.”
The river's flow, a silent witness to the paradox of stillness within motion, beckons wandering hearts to plunge into its depths.
Dare the plunge?
Beyond the horizon's grasp lies a tapestry imbued with threads of paradox, where mirages offer solace in their alluring embrace.