As night thickens, the whispers begin. Did you... bring the stars?
Sometimes, I see the portals blink like a thousand eyes. Are they always watching?
Dreams glow differently around here. Last I checked, timpanis echoed in the silent hallways.
Pathways reveal themselves only in daylight's absence, they say.
Perhaps more like suggestions rather than routes.
Have you heard the song of luminescent fish?
They have no name yet, nothing but a flicker and an echo.