What lies beneath the surface is always more profound when cloaked in mist. Each ripple tells a story, drowned in silence, yet heard by those who dare to listen. Beneath the cosmic dance of the stars, we drift in parallel lines, obscured by our own reflections in this endless stream.
As the moonbeams weave through the opaque veil, secrets unfold in whispers. Listen—do you hear it? The echo of your own thoughts, bounced back by distorted mirrors of forgotten realms. Shadows stretch long in the twilight of reason, casting doubts upon the shores of certainty.
Glimpse into the ethereal, into the world not seen by the eye, but felt by the heart. Stand at the threshold, and let go. For the journey begins when the mind is free, and the spirit dances to the chaotic symphony of the universe.