The mirror... does it reveal or cloak? Reflecting not the present, but shimmers of past futures—where whispers dissolve into echoes.
Walking through fog-drenched hallways, the walls breathe stories untold—an unlocked doorway leads to nowhere, or maybe to everywhen.
Gaze into the Unknown Stars in the HandLiquid time sloshing through the narrow crevices—your footsteps ring hollow on this lunar expanse, silence lingers between every heartbeat.
The horizon bends, curling into itself—constellations weep across the canvas sky, dripping hues of forgotten dreams.
Destination: Solitude Veiled Voices