So, picture this: you're wandering through the whispers, trailing fingers dancing over the cloaks that shroud the evening's magic. The night isn't just a blanket, you know? It's a complicated conversation you've stepped into.
You find paths that loop back like an old friend’s laugh, and before you know it, you’re circling the same stars again. Ever felt like the constellations were drawing mazes just for you? Explore further.
With every step, there's this hum, an almost invisible tune that urges you onward. Cloaks of rhythm, cloaks of stories half-told. There are whispers here that only the brave or foolish can understand.
By the time you realize the path has no true end, the cloak wraps tighter, snug and familiar. But really, who needs an end when you're dancing with the echoes? Ramble on.