Scene: A solitary figure stands before the void.
The figure, a silhouette etched in stillness, contemplates the chasm. Shadows dance on the edge, whispering secrets.
In silence, the echoes emerge, faint and ephemeral. A hand grasps, yet finds only absence. The abyss, a mirror, reflects a hollow promise.
Scene: The void pulsates with invisible rhythm.
Time bends, curves like light obeying gravity. In the echo, a heartbeat—synchronous with the pull of the cosmic whirlpool.
Narration, yet unwritten, exists between the frames. Words unspoken, but felt like vibrations in a void.
Scene: A step forward into the unknown.
One step becomes two, then a leap—into uncharted spectral realms. The figure dissolves, becoming one with the echo.
The boundary blurs; reality fractures into fragments of dreams—a kaleidoscope of darkness.