Within the folds of silence, echoes whisper secrets only shadows comprehend.
A tapestry woven in twilight threads; unraveling threads of time.
Through the lens of dreams, reality warps into itself, a mirror maze.
Reflections ripple on waters unseen, faceless figures dance under the moon.
Forgotten realms beckon with voices like wind through the hollowed trees.
The sky bleeds colors unknown, painting destinies in the fluid sphere.