In the twilight of the mind, where shadows play memories like whispers on the wind, a door creaks open to a world once known but long deserted. Here, the echoes of forgotten dreams linger, waiting for the curious traveler.
Once, a clock ticked backwards. In its rhythmic defiance, seconds danced into eternity, and time spun tales of what could have been. The walls of this space are adorned with silent stories, etched in the dust.
The violet mist clings to your thoughts, wrapping them in velvet dusk. Voices murmur through the haze—remnants of a dream long faded. You listen, hoping to grasp the fragments they whisper, yet they slip like the morning fog.
Follow the murmurs... To the shores of whispers...Close your eyes, let the echoes guide you. Beyond the mist lies a path only dreamers can tread, where whispers turn to song and stories to soft lullabies woven through the veil of night.
And there, in the gentle embrace of twilight, you find it—the door to an echo, an eternal whispered tale beneath the stars, sung by the unseen ones who walk the night.