Feet unfound, against the unending sky, where the stars murmur in a language lost to time. Whispering bridges stretch beyond the conscious grip, where dreams fold into fragments. Repeat, repeat—where echoes form rivers that flow backward, and reality bends, breaks, and reassembles at the silent crescendo of twilight.
Wardens of the night, cloaked in shadow, guard the eternal pathways. In this realm, the air tastes of silver and the ground of forgotten lullabies. Repeat, repeat—visions blur, memories fuse, an alchemical dance in the moonlit void, pouring the essence of stars into the fabric of night.
Beyond the gates, the horizon shimmers with an ethereal glow. Repetition becomes a symphony, a fragmented chorus of a world unseen, a step away from the waking breath. Repeat, repeat—the bridge beckons, swaying gently on the winds of dreams. Once crossed, the border between then and now dissolves into the whispering cosmos.