They say that rainbows are the bridges between realms, crafted from the tears of dreams mingling with sunlight. But bounce beneath the arc, and you'll find the pot not of gold, but of stories untold—truths ugly, shelved, yet begging to be touched.
It’s the chapter of our existence written in the colors of illusion: Scarlet—crimson lies. Amber—deceptive warmth. Jade—green shadows weaving through the conscious mind. Each hue a reminder, each footnote a reality check.
Turn your gaze to the shimmering veil, and see not the beauty but the fragmented honesty of the universe's canvas. This chapter urges you to open the vault of perceptions and rewrite the forgotten verses etched in the silence of shared delusions.
Unveil The Truth