Veil of Mist
Whispers of the forgotten reach out from the edges, their breath cool against the spine, etching secrets in the silence of the void. Do you hear their call, insistent yet ephemeral?
Like shadows dancing on the walls of a dimly lit corridor, thoughts emerge, flicker, and dissolve. A tapestry woven from intangible threads, slipping from the fingers of understanding.
Beneath the veil, a world of dreams and nightmares unfold—timeless, boundless, and unanswered. I stand at this precipice, peering into the abyss, where reality warps and bends under the weight of the unsaid.
Do you remember the time when the stars whispered your name, invoking echoes of past lives, of futures unwritten?
Listen and you might find a glimmer of truth.
There’s a door here, half-ajar, leading to paths untraveled—an invitation to step beyond the known, into the mist where
hidden trails beckon with their siren songs.
Time is an illusion, bending and twisting, unspooling like an ancient thread. We are but echoes in a vast expanse, resonating through the corridors of existence and nonexistence.
What will you find on your journey? A
fragmented memory? A fleeting shadow? Or perhaps a reflection of yourself, shaped by the void?