Beneath the canopy of whispered dreams, lay a garden where stars drip dew and time falters. Here, in the stillness of the untold, it's said that your shadows meet your mirrors.^1
The flowers bloom with hues borrowed from twilight, their fragrance weaving stories of long-forgotten lovers who traversed the ephemeral paths carved in moonlight.^2
Often, the wind carries these tales to distant shores, where kindred spirits are left to fathom their origins in silent reveries at the water's edge.^3
^1 Seeking Mirrors, Volume II, Ch. 7 — Annotated by the Forgotten Circle
^2 The Eternal Pathways, Part 1 — Esmé Valmont
^3 Whispers Along the Shore, Chapter 5 — Marcellus Everly