Footfalls echo in the vastness of nowhere, each step lighter than a feather. You are wanderer, adrift in the nebulous trail of twilight, where whispers of the forgotten shape your thoughts into curious shapes.
What lies beyond the veil of the seen? A bridge of mist constructs itself under unseen hands, inviting you to traverse its wisping form. Do you cross? The winds murmuring tales of yore swirl around you, beckoning with elation.
In realms untouched, the azure skies whisper secrets of star-kissed horizons. You breathe in the eternity as time slips quietly away. Silence speaks. Listen.
There's a garden where shadows dance like wraiths, the light fractured through cosmic prisms. Each flower a memory, each leaf a thought, suspended in the air like dreams unspoken.
Yet in this promenade, the path itself is an enigma. A gate appears, wrought iron entwined with vines of silver light. What lies inside? An answer, perhaps a riddle, awaits.