Amidst swirling lavender skies, the echoes of laughter spill upon the cobblestone paths, shimmering with the softest evening dew. Threads of memory weaved in whispers. Empires of Untold Stories.
In the morning glow, a tapestry of silent thoughts intertwines with dreams unmet. A flicker dances in the periphery; shadows that tell no tales await. Fractal Chants.
There, in the twilight corridors, the clocks stand still, unmarked by the passage of wishful time. An infinite pause, like a breath held by the universe itself. Transitory Portals.
The carousel spins our tales, not bound by beginning nor end. It spins, and whispers follow like loyal spectres, trailing the sound of cities never built weaving landscapes beneath the eyelids' veil. Infinite Ripples.