Here, in the folds of unseen shadows, time loses its skin. The clocks melt like forgotten wax sculptures, suspended on a pin of existential doubt. Silent screams ripple through the corridors of night, echoing off empty doors that lead nowhere.
The stars whisper forgotten tales of lands unseen, while constellations rearrange like thoughts escaping a restless mind. And you wander, a single footprint in the velvet void, searching for the meaning hidden in the spaces between breaths.
In the corners of this dreamscape, sometimes you find fragments of peace—or perhaps just illusions of reality. Mirrors lie shattered, reflecting dimensions forgotten and paths unmade.
Your journey isn't lonely; the whispers accompany you, spectres of the drifting ether, their tunes unknowable yet familiar, adding a dissonant harmony to your silent odyssey.