You walk a line drawn in the sand, where visions blink between moments caught between two shadows. The air crackles with ideas not yet thought, electric currents of silent screams, pulse pulse becoming hum becoming whisper until you forget.
Surprise Moment - A portal awaits beneath the sea of stars, where even silence sings.
The clock on the wall melts in reverse, pouring time into forgotten wells. You taste the echoes of futures unwritten, like crushed glass beneath bare feet, each shard a forgotten choice, a whisper in the void.
The dreams are wild here, like unruly children at play, weaving webs of neon thought. They dance around your consciousness, laughing in colors you cannot name but feel deep in your soul. In the electric night, you can hear their voices:
Twilight Realm - Beyond the horizon of what you know lies what you don't yet know.
Electric silence, an oxymoron, yet it buzzes in the air, wrapping around the fabric of your being. As the circuits of thought intertwine, so too do the destinies, futures unfolding like a rose unafraid of the dark.
Will you walk the wire?