On whispered threads, the mind traverses — echoes within the corridors of possibility. Imagine where a single thought could spawn a divergent world, one cascading into another through the tender embrace of spacetime.
Somewhere between the fourth and the forgotten, lovers of the unheard twist and turn their imaginary keys. Unlocking destinies that curiously unfurl like the petals of a rose in a mirror maze.
The price of reality is woven into a tapestry that dances lightly beyond our ken — the wanderers ponder if reste would ever find again a louder existence.