The echo of footsteps in an empty hall. See the silence.

Cascade of murmurs, splintered mirrors. Reflection is but illusion. Return Illusions

Gaze upon the horizon where dreams meet reality. Where? Explore Aspects.

Time unfurls like a scroll of forgotten lore, held aloft by whispers. Whispered Words

Sculpted by shadows, a silhouette dances across the firmament. The sky is an ocean. Sky Form

Grounded in the now, yet the past murmurs beneath. Roots interlace with air. Rooted