Through the Dreampaths
Beneath a vault of whispering shadows, a road unwinds—not winding, but unstringing itself. Silent echoes suggest whispers of the unseen. Where do the steps lead? Flow like Icarian dreams, yet touch not the sun.
A labyrinth of reflections dances on the cusp of memory. Wander here, and enter the mosaic:
Every path a shadow, every shadow a story unwritten.