In the dim-lit alley of forgotten tales, the shadows murmur stories untold, reverberating like the echoes of an age long past. The city breathes in whispers, secret languages etched in the murmurs of brick and ivy.
Once, a train bound for nowhere simultaneously departed and arrived, carrying whispers from forgotten epochs. Inside, the passengers exchanged unseen glances, their reflections dancing upon the surface of dreams unrealized.
What do the mirrors see when they reflect the unseen? In an era where shadows invoke permanence, liaisons light the path marked only by the luminescence of ghostly apparitions.
The air is imbued with fragments of palimpsests, written and unwritten, the ink of memory layered atop the ink of oblivion, in a cryptic tango.