Twisting corridors of the psyche lead us through realms unspeakable; where footsteps echo, all colors fade into whispers.
Beyond the eye's reach, where light does not dare to tread, enigmas boil and stars shiver; a philosophy spun in umbra velvet.
Walk this path, towards the void silently calling; edges of reality blend like a canvas damp with novelties of mind previously unseen.
Existence on the precipice.
Traverse the Crystal Layers The Echo Alone Butterflies DreamingWhat dares sojourn the arterial maze?