When the world sleeps, I wander through labyrinths of thought,
where dreams unfurl like petals in the moon's gentle caress.
Here, amidst whispered echoes, I find the hidden jewel of my soul.
It gleams not with light, but with shadows kept secret from the sun.
The jewel speaks in riddles, its language a dance of colors,
weaving tapestries of memories I never lived, yet hold dear.
A reflection of who I am, who I was, and who I might become.
In this sanctuary of introspection, I learn to listen to silence.
Should you wish to accompany me through these corridors,
follow the whispers to Murmur or venture forth
to the Veil itself.
For within these pages lie treasures unseen, lost in the folds of time.