No single ray crosses the threshold without bearing the weight of a thousand forgotten musings.
It fractures, it bends, recasting mystery into myth, myth into silence.
In the cavernous halls of morning mist, echoes are lured forth, shyly revealing dreams suspended in crystalline dust. Each step, a note; each breath, a verse, forming the symphony of what remains unsaid.
Observe how moments dissolve beyond the prism's edge, like fleeting shadows upon the weary soul of time.
The universe hums a comma, waiting patiently between the aspirations of its constellations.
Wander far beneath the tapestry of night's canopy, where whispers speak of not the seen, but the unseen.
And will you observe enough to glimpse the shimmer of the paradox dancing in starlight?