Bound by gravity, yet lifted by the whispers of the ethereal. When walls erect, a journey, unseen, unfolds.
"What if," murmurs the voice atop the ceiling, "we stretched time over distances we cannot see?"
It is in these journeys, within the words suspended in gravity-defying arcs, that truth bends—a bridge emerging from mist eliminating physical forms.
"Do the walls dream too?" a child questions, her eyes tracing the unseen map designed by nebulous thoughts.
Each wall is a tapestry woven in isolation, yet each journey stitches it back into the collective weft of existence. "No wall can contain a dream, nor a journey contain its truth."
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