A fading echo on the horizon, a being caught between silence and memory, standing in a space that neither knows nor holds it. Its features dissolve into a vastness unhesitating in its embrace, walls stacked like successive echoes, without beginning or end.

Here, lines transform into silent witnesses, carrying only faint shadows of forgotten tales. It is as if remnants of a dream suspended on the edge of reality, neither cast away by time nor preserved, merely a trace defying oblivion with its presence, singing to the void in a world saturated with mute boundaries.