In the quiet moments before dawn, truths twist like vines in the fog. Each breath is a ripple in the unseen mirror, distorting reflections of what was, and what could be.
Beneath the surface, whispers float like forgotten promises, mingling with the scent of distant dreams. The mystic glow encompasses all—revealing nothing, concealing everything—an eternal enigma.
Here lies the path you didn't take, a haunting melody that lingers, echoing in the corridors of choice. Would you listen, or would you turn away, chasing shadows through twilight's grip?
Beneath our feet, beneath the grain of reality, opens the void, welcoming with its silent embrace.