Beneath the veil of the silent night, shadows stitch their stories into the fabric of dreams.
Among the whispers lie contours of forgotten memories, dancing on the fringes of consciousness,
suspended between the realms of what was and might yet be.
Tell tales to the nameless ones who seek, only to vanish with the fleeting light – are they dreams, or are we?
Speak softly: Embrace the Unknown Reflections of Time Portals of Silence