Through the glass quietly observing, dimensions collapse, into fractals by design...
Echoes synchronize, forming melodies unsung and lights dance along uncertainty’s tangent...
Reality unfurled like the serpentine coil of thoughts, each breath rebounding in mirrored shards...
Like narratives sculpted in vapors of dreams, forever freezing yet never held...
Enter the Refractory Hall Whispers of Lucid Curves Temporal Sculpture of Chronos