Within the corridors of the mind where echoes resonate into the yawning abyss, dreams once vibrant now lay scattered like shards of a broken mirror, each piece reflecting a different reality, unrealized and desolate.
Shadows dance upon these glassy surfaces, creating a kaleidoscope of futures that might have been, stories left untold in the silence of ambition unspoken. The dreamscape, once a canvas of hope, transforms into a gallery of introspection—a place where hollow whispers linger, inviting contemplation.
What role do we play in this theater of echoes? Find your place among the dreams unfulfilled here.