Fables of the Fractal Realm

The dancing echoes of the uncharted fold. Maps that blink, stare, and whisper. The dance of shadows outlines land we cannot touch; mountains crumble into rivers; skyways form beneath forgotten thrones.

In the pastures where time implodes, I left my boots.

Waterfalls cascade upward in the sequence of the stars, while valleys weave into the fabric of memory, unheard of. Maps here are dreams, fading with each glance, only to return in the sighs of an oblivious traveler.