The Fragmented Sanctuary

In the realm of glass and light, spaces breathe like living beings, reshaping themselves into mirages of memory. Each corner whispers secrets of invisible cities, where walls dissolve into air, and time spins like a suspended thread, waiting for the hand that will pull it taut.

In the realm of glass and light, spaces breathe like living beings, reshaping themselves into mirages of memory. Each corner whispers secrets of invisible cities, where walls dissolve into air, and time spins like a suspended thread, waiting for the hand that will pull it taut.