The dreams started as whispers, colors dancing at the edges of vision, spectrums of light fading silently into the night. Amelia stood at the brink where shadows met never-ending hues, the void calling her name in a language only she could understand. The silent screams of those who dared enter before her echoed in her mind, a haunting melody of broken prisms.
She stepped forward, each footfall reverberating with unspoken secrets, unraveling stories sewn into the fabric of the universe. With every step, the void swallowed another fragment of her reality, weaving it into an eternal tapestry of void and vibrant dreams. The spectrums twisted, a dance of light and shadow, and Amelia knew she was not alone, the echoes guiding her through the darkness.
In the heart of the void, she found a door, etched with the memories of those who had passed before. The handle was cold, a touch from worlds unvisited. As she turned it, the silent screams crescendoed into a symphony, a celebration of endings and beginnings.
Explore more within the corridors of this cosmic tale: The Unseen Whispers | The Flickers of Shadows | A Silent Symphony