Flickering beneath the pylons of audible dreams, where whispers discard their tangibility, I found fragments of stories untold — scattered under the thrones that ruled yesteryears. A dance with shadows called upon a lucent sky, interrogating the sunlit void. Beyond the shores of existence, it awaits.
Encounters with the labyrinthine echoes bend the linearity of perception, rendering truths into poetic inflection. How much depth could a single moment embrace once doused in kaleidoscopic serenity? The echo responds, within silence. Next, dive into the archives of quietude.