What if the sun forgot to rise? Would we dance in the twilight of dreams unquenched? The first steps echo through a familiar hall of forgotten laughter. A rabbit clasping time, perhaps!
In the heart of a timeless meadow, the grass whispers secrets the wind cannot keep, revealing the unseen. Below, roots grasp at ancient stories, thirsting for sunlight, yearning for horizons at dusk.
A journey backwards—who’d think to chart paths of rivers unwound? The rhythmic pulse of a fable told too many times returns again, alighting on our neighbor's forgotten cat’s brilliant insight.
Dreams reach back through the depths—look closer! Feel them trace your spine, signaling changes wrought in muted hues. Caution: Ninth turn lies awaiting the daring.