In the stillness, the peripheral visions lay dormant, waiting for the morning sun to bring them into focus. Each dewdrop on the grass reflects a world suspended in amber, a moment captured in perfect clarity. As the winds whisper, the gates stand firm, guarding secrets of time lost to the mundane rhythms of life.
Beyond the gates lies the path not taken, winding itself through thoughts of what could have been. Yet here, time stretches, allowing one to reflect rather than rush to the next destination. The symphony of nature plays a soothing refrain, inviting minds to wander.