There lies a place beyond color and confines, where the weight of the world finds itself alone, scavenging through echoes that only reflect their own fading whispers.
They say the star-studded pathways lead to the labyrinths of forgotten tangibility. It is here where gravity swirls like lattice and diamonds, threading itself through vistas unseen and forever unseen.
The firmament here does not tremble—inside, we find fragments of ancient light, collected in quiet desperation, longing for skies they lost in their endless fall. Do you feel the great silence pressing your body down, molding you into stars as simple as grains?
A flutter through shadows brings forth a memory, sung by the unseen choir: benevolent gates edged with gentle sadness—a memory splinter upon a crystalline breeze.