Fragments. A whisper of a once flowing stream.
The echoes rest in gentle sediment, before the tide collects them once more.
In this maze, silence speaks loudly.
Moments enshrined in time, forever untouched by sun or memory.
The soft rhythm of a forgotten breeze.
These words, like shells, are artifacts of the forgotten sea.
Life's trace left upon stones. A quiet legacy.
Amongst labyrinths of ancient roots, they lie.
Captured Echoes Pathways of Time Buried Whispers