In corridors of echoing whispers, light matures into shadow. A fading glimmer casts stories untold, woven by a careless hand. Do not gaze beyond the arch; it will open to the endless starlit maze and you may never return. The glimmer retreats, seeping through the mist.
Wander here, where the dance marks the edge between silence and song. Search with tired eyes for traces of the light—remember, paths intersect only to scatter again.
Lattice Flux