In a world woven with the fibers of absent stars, I found the emptiness of abundance.
Here, in the corridors of the unbuilt future, silence sings the songs of forgotten echoes.
Time, a river flowing backwards in dreams, whispers secrets to those who dare to listen.
An uninvited guest, it bends reality with invisible hands, reshaping the contours of destinies
once thought etched in stone.
Reflections ripple across the surface of yesterday's tomorrow, inviting us to free-dive into
the depths where moments linger, trapped in the amber of an unwritten history.