In the twilight veil, voices whisper secrets untold, dreams entwined with shadows of endless corridors.
"She said the stars could talk, but who listens?"
Echoes resonate under the archway of oblivion, where silence hums and memories float like lost ships on a sea of ink.
"Perhaps we've been here before, but under a different name."
These murmurs weave a tapestry of forgotten realms, caressing the edges of our waking thoughts with ghostly fingers.
"Do we walk with shadows, or are we the shadows themselves?"
In the phantom portal, reality bends, time dances, and the doorway to dreams beckons irresistibly.