You drift through the shadows of unremembered pasts. Each step forward echoes with whispers of forgotten possibilities. They are silk threads spun between memories and dreams. They brush against your skin, binding yet freeing.
A mirror looms, its silver tarnish gently glowing in the half-light. Look deep, deeper: is it your reflection, or merely the image of who they dreamed you could become? The truth lies beyond the silver veneer.
Stones dance beneath the waves, silent and patient. They wait for the tide to coax them into a new rhythm, into a story where the ocean sings lullabies to the sky. Have you learnt their song?
Where do the paths end, or do they ever truly end? Find the answer in endless wandering.