In the heart of the labyrinth, where moonlight forgets to stray, glimmers a fragment of the forgotten. Touch lightly, for fleeting tread marbles the space betwixt destinies.
Upon midnight, the great mind dreams awake, portending futures yet unborn. Cast thine apparitions onto the fresh canvas, dense with dusk. Visit the Past
What once projected into visibility, wane into obscurescapes. Thread the needle of oblivion for a momentary muse. To void, or yet again, to veracity? The junction smiles tortuously eternal.