Beyond the veil of midnight, where silence clings like a shroud to forlorn paths, I traveled, or perhaps, I only wandered in the echoes of what once was. Each step echoed through the vacant halls of memory, an imprint on the sand of time, swept away by the relentless tide of oblivion.

Elongated shadows speak in hushed tones, a language only the heart understands. I sought a place to rest my thoughts, and found only the remains of forgotten dreams, scattered like brittle leaves across a path untaken.

Was it possible to hold the night in one's palms? To capture the whispers of stars hidden behind the veil of a waking world?

Questions hung in the air, unanswered like the fears that followed in the company of these spectral reminiscences.