The echoes of unsaid words linger in the corridors of the mind, weaving tapestries of thought that unravel as you walk. Here, the whispers of the past seep through cracks in time, and each step is a question unanswered, a truth unspoken. Amble slowly, for the path ahead is woven with memories forgotten, and dreams that never were.
There is a door, heavy with the weight of a thousand goodbyes. Beyond it lies a garden of unkempt stories, where the flowers bloom in hues unseen, and the wind carries melodies of the stars. The ground is soft, a mossy carpet that cushions the burden of solitude. This is where the curious come to lose themselves, where the world bends and stretches into shapes that beckon with deceitful ease.
Enter the Whispering Veil