Silhouettes of the unseen dance upon the veil,
prismatic shadows ripple through the intangible mist.
Each loop a memory, each echo a whisper,
casting long forgotten dreams into present's grasp.

The light that is not light breathes life into the void,
illuminating the spaces where reality yields to the abstract.
Feedback, a symphony of silence,
reverberates through layers of forgotten time.

Step beyond the surface, grasp the reflection,
and lose yourself in the narrative spun by
forces unseen but deeply felt like the tide pulling at the shore.

Travel through the whispering winds
Walk the hidden paths of shadows