In the depths of silent reverie, where echoes of the past blend with the whispers of the future, lies an artifact—cloaked in the remnants of forgotten dreams. It observes, unyielding, the spiral descent of each soul into their personal gravity wells.
Do these artifacts understand the weight of choices left unmade? Do they ponder the endless drift of thoughts, the murmurs of what could have been, had one step diverged?
Unveiled ShadowsThe artifacts, ever-watchful, cloaked in shrouds of mystery, bear witness to the intricate ballet of human emotion. They know of gravity wells that ensnare hope, rendering it weightless yet grounded.
What do they see in the absence of light, in the folds of time's tapestry? Is there a narrative in their silence, a story in their stillness?
The Tug of Orbit