Somewhere between the whisper of dawn and the caress of dusk, lies a world unseen, where light dances with shadows in a silent symphony. Here, the air thrums with forgotten voices, stories untold, waiting for a soul to wander and listen.
There is a place where dreams tether to reality, where the footsteps of the past leave impressions on the sands of time. It is a realm of reflection, introspective and detached, where one can contemplate the contours of existence without the weight of being.
A figure stands at the edge of the world, silhouetted against a horizon that bleeds orange and indigo. In their hands, they hold the remnants of a luminous dream, particles of light that slip through their fingers like grains of sand. The world around them hums with the echoes of distant memories, shadows of moments that could have been.