Whispers in the Folded Void

In the realm of echoing shadows,
a melody drifts upon the wind.
It's a song not sung, yet known to
the forgotten whispers of the tesseract.

Here, the reflections gaze into
themselves, cascading through
prismatic mirrors—each a universe
holding dreams that once were.

Secrets, secrets old as time—
who hears, who knows?
They curl like smoke from an extinguished flame,
carried by the breath of cosmic winds.

Touch the reflection, see
through the folds—
unravel what is, what isn't,
what whispers mortals dare not speak.

Follow the whispers to the labyrinth of echoes or
find solace in the garden of eternal dreams.