In a dimension woven from the threads of forgotten dreams, a whisper carries through the cosmic corridors. It speaks of time not as linear, but as a swirling tapestry of moments, stitched together by the echoes of ancient voices.
An ethereal sentry stands at the gateway, its form a nebulous dance of light and shadow. It leans forward, curiosity etched into its translucent features, and listens closely. What secrets does the universe murmur?
You may wander to other realms:
Beyond the veil, past the celestial tapestry, lies the truth of our existence — a fragile whisper in the vastness of eternity.