Peripheral Architecture

Scattered fragments of a fortress. Beyond the veil, the echoes resonate in a corridor of whispers. Time waltzes with distortions that chase impossible dreams.

Enter through the gilded door of timeless symmetry. Right or left is no choice at all. Here, reflections are not what they seem—bending realities in the funhouse of perception.

Continue the journey, perhaps to realms yet unmapped: spirit-dancers | myst