In the tangle of vines, dreams whisper their encrypted secrets, shadows reflecting what was never seen.
The silence hath a heft, wandering beyond the fog, carrying the scent of broken echoes, rattling the bones of the silent forest. Leaves skitter, playing tricks upon the mind, unveiling traces of forgotten paths.
Did you hear the whispers encrypted in the dewdrops? Did you taste the sirens singing beneath the hush of evening mist?
Time is but a flickering ember in this maze-like expanse, where every step is a forgotten verse in . Waves of understanding ebb and flow like the tide of memory.
Follow the whispers, trace the refracted light, find solace in the patterns of forgotten dreams, where ephemeral layers entangle reality with the unseen.