"In the time between the sun's sigh and the moon's embrace, we once wandered..."
Among the pathways where shadows linger, voices of yesteryears flutter like tattered banners in the wind. Their stories, half-formed, drift through the ether. You listen closely, but they remain just out of reach, like memories caught in the drizzle of an endless twilight.
"Do you remember the garden where silence bloomed?"
Words overlap, intertwining in a curious tapestry; a dialog of the forgotten, murmuring in the corner of one's mind. There is a place, they say, where the clocks forget their ticking — a sanctuary for dreams that refuse to wake.
"When was the last time you danced with shadows?"
Your fingers brush against the cool wall of this corridor, feeling the pulse of forgotten footsteps. It's as if the walls themselves are alive with stories, sighing under the weight of untold secrets.
There are doors here, too. But each one offers only glimpses of what lies beyond, reflections of doorways past and present. Will you choose to step through? Or will you linger a while longer, amongst the liminal echoes?
Follow the echoes