In the corridors of unseen dimensions, where thoughts flicker like candle flames on the verge of extinction, a voice whispers—
The forgotten cities blend into dreams, their histories erased by the hands of sleeping giants. Time curls in on itself, like an old man tracing the lines of his youth on a cloud.
Echoes of quantum whispers spill secrets—
The door did not exist, or perhaps it had always been there, a portal to pathways untraveled, where light weaves through the shadows of memory.
In this place, palimpsests are etched into the very fabric of the cosmos, stories rewritten in the ink of starlight, yet traces of the past bleed through.
Forgotten Ocean