A canvas of shifting shapes, fleeting ideas, and colors that hum in harmony or clash in chaos. This page invites the mind to wander�without direction, without limits.
Some colors speak in whispers, others shout across the visual spectrum. Red demands attention. Blue soothes the spirit. Yellow flickers like laughter in the wind. But what happens when colors lose their voices? Does the world become grayscale, or does silence itself have a hue?
Have you ever walked through a city that exists only in the spaces between dreams? Buildings that fold into themselves, staircases that end where they begin, windows looking out into forgotten memories. Somewhere, in an unseen layer of time, a traveler wanders through these streets�never arriving, never leaving.
Not all stories are meant to be told. Some drift in the air, incomplete, waiting for someone to listen. If you stand still enough, you can feel them�gentle whispers of untold fables, fragments of forgotten myths, symphonies of silent lore.