Whispers rise... Twisting time on dusky nights, roaming in bitter silence.
Reflections bend in glassy depths, teardrops possess secrets of cosmic lost dreams...
The wind carries portraits of the forgotten, strands of gold flecked with eternity.
Time collapses into itself; cycle within cycle.
"What is nowhere if not everywhere endured twice?"
In every damp corner, time clots like forgotten rhymes; explore behind those doors...
Connected threads flutter through the void, and down spirals of glass, destinations yet unseen...