In shadowed recesses, whispered pathways converge. Stars dissolved into the tapestry of corners, each one a universe waited upon. Can you hear the scent of geometry breaking free? Corners have tales untold, uncurled by the stretch of cosmic dust. The narrative does not begin, nor does it end—
It simply corners.
Walk further in...Meanwhile, a voice cradles itself in the void—a fragment of a dream: "Edges blur with every step, reality peels the familiar skin, and rooms become memories of oneself."
Another corner awaits...