Beyond the Hypnos Door, dreams hang by gossamer threads. In this twilight space, memories float like drifting clouds, each reflection casting long shadows on the floorless floor. Time, a forgotten echo, bends to the will of silent whispers. Enter the Mirage
As the traveler stepped through, a kaleidoscope of sensations unrolled before weary eyes. The landscapes morphed into vibrant scenes, each like a glance into a funhouse mirror—a carnival of self and the other. The line between here and there blurs like mist upon forgotten paths. Discover the Spiral
Somewhere between the waking lands and sleeping shores lies the door that should not be. A gentle temptation, it dares followers to glimpse their own reflections, twisted and ethereal, caught forever in the ebb and flow of dreamscapes unknown. Pierce the Illusion