In a place untouched by the march of seasons, there beats a heart of spring. Here, petals drift lazily through the air, brushing against skin with a kiss of gentle warmth. The land is a tapestry of color; every hue, vivid and vibrant, tells a story woven in whispers.
Moss-covered stones hide tales of forgotten footsteps, etched into the earth by wanderers long gone. Above, the canopy of emerald and gold sways gently, cradling the soft hum of life that dances furtively across the landscape.
As twilight approaches, ethereal colors spill across the sky, a silent symphony performed by unseen hands. Beneath this celestial canvas, linger the echoes of laughter that once filled the air—a ripple in time that exists only for those willing to believe.
Will you step into this memory of a world untouched, or will you simply watch, an echo yourself in another's dream?