The silhouettes of dreams stretch towards the horizon, intangible and eternal. They lurk in the periphery, whispering promises that dissolve upon touch. For how long must one chase? For how far must one reach?
In the quiet of your inner landscape lies the ugliest truth. Embraced by shadows, it breathes, relentless, through the murmur of simulated mornings and hollow nights.
Delusions of GrandeurBeyond the VeilMonolith of Memories