An echo, fading... a whisper, on the edge of consciousness. 𝒳
Imagine an endless expanse where dreams collide and shatter, leaving remnants of thoughts unspoken. What shadows do these symbols cast? What murmur in this void cannot be heard? They drift... endlessly, like aisles of the lost, in search of anchor.
𐨧 An unvoiced word, its meaning a mere phantom.
The glyphs hold secrets... or so we believe. Etched in sand, washed away by time. The symbols of moments we tried to grasp, now whispers in the void.
Silence, yet the void hums. Deep as a ⊞ crater in the darkened sky.
Each symbol, a journey. Each tile, a place where memories fade into silence. What truth lies behind the veil? When the stars blink, are they laughing? Telling stories of those who walk through the wonders of starlight, unseen?