In the gloaming of a languorous afternoon, when golden sunbeams quivered like dreams upon the dew-kissed petals, I stumbled into an alley that whispered secrets from ages forgotten. It was there, amid the cobble stones slick with ethereal mist, I encountered an invisible door — ajar, as if awaiting an eager soul.
The doorknob, though invisible, thrummed with potential, cicatrices of forgotten journeys embossed upon its surface. I grasped it, a spark of energy igniting my senses, and without a second thought, traversed into a realm neverseen.
Within this realm, time unraveled like the delicate threads of a phoenix’s tapestry, embroidered with whispers of bygone eras. A banquet of peculiar sights and sounds—luminous trees that sang forgotten folklore, murmuring rivers cascaded through valleys of silk, and archways adorned with constellations that danced defiantly against the pull of gravity.
The inhabitants—ethereal beings clothed in moonlight—extended invitations to forgotten feasts, their voices harmonizing with the cosmic symphony. One figure, cloaked in transient shadows, shared tales of epochs where seasons intermingled and laughter echoed through spinning galaxies.
Away from the gates of this strange paradise stood a bridge resembling droplets of aurora borealis unfurling into the mist. With one tentative step, I ventured across, bound for a time uncharted—a voyager in a moment suspended beyond the clutches of mortal reality.
The Ripple's Dream | Foresight's Echo