The forgotten echoes of time linger here, in corridors lined with the sighs of centuries past. Transient lights dance upon dew-kissed petals, refracting the stories untold. They whisper of realms unseen; of shadows that move with hearts alive.
Beyond the horizon, where the winds sing melodies of old, lies the truth hidden within prisms of forgotten lore.
Vivid memories, like brushstrokes upon a canvas, cascade in torrents through the fleeting moments, illuminating the sanctuary's silent vigil. Here, legends twist like smoke, ephemeral and elusive, forever reframed by the prism of perception.
Do you remember the stars that fell, draping us in silvery dreams?The question echoed through the twilight, fading softly into the embrace of night.