Whispers echo from the edges of the forgotten. The leaves carry tales from ether, secrets woven in the loom of dreams. You are a traveler lost between the lines, where reflections twist in the fabric of time. Seek further stories...
The pools invite you closer with an alluring glow, gentle ripples seem to speak in an old tongue. The air is perfumed with memories, like petals arranged by unseen hands. Do you listen to the mirror's song? Or does it listen to you? Discover another shimmer...
An echo whispers again—a merest breath on eternity's edge: "Hold me under starlit skies, where time breathes no longer..." It dances on the precipice, half-formed, before it fades into silence.