Once upon a time, the sun blinked. Or maybe it was me? Just for a moment, the usual rules decided to take a break. Ah, the whims of a clockwork mind.
"Hello, there," said the shadows, stretching in directions no shadow should. "Care for a stroll through dimensions?"
Amongst whispers, we remembered the sound of forgotten melodies. The wind sang like a playful ghost, insisting we'd be home soon. But when, precisely, is soon?
Connect with other minds amongst these curious trails:
Tales of the Moonrise
Reflective Murmurs
Hidden Paths