Have you ever stood at an intersection of dawn clouds and silver-threaded mist, tracing with your fingers the lines of connection that were never drawn? Each step feels familiar, as if woven from the whispers of another life.
Somewhere, beyond the mirror's edge, lies a world where intentions dance like morse code across night-silk horizons. Follow the whispers, they say, listen to the silence.
The earth hums beneath, a resonance almost forgotten. As you peer closer, the ground shifts to reveal stories etched in light and shadow, waiting to be discovered.