Through the endless corridors of forgotten time, one stumbles upon glimmering shadows. Listen close, for they carry the hues of the dusk sky's unwilling dreams. The horizon bends at a curve unseen, announcing a reality formed by the images of distant moonlit voyages.
Follow the ripple effects left by the thoughts that slip through your fingers like sand through the hourglass, capturing specters of untold moments. Their shadows dance on the walls of a nameless realm.