The symmetry of shadows dance upon the wall,
echoing the faintest breath of forgotten symphonies.
Spiders weave webs of glass, delicate, shimmering,
each filament a whisper of a dream untold.
A tapestry of stars strewn across the void,
glistening with the tears of a moon in solitude.
Walk the thin line between light and abyss —
do you hear the song of the cosmos breathe?
Enter realms where the past is perpetual,
and futures are merely ghosts that linger.
Discover the hidden doors in the fabric of time,
or lose yourself in the symmetry of a nameless abyss.