Echo of Silence

In the infinite depth of unsung places, beneath the surface of quiet waters, I wander. Each step echoing into eternity, rippling through the void where only shadows reside. Here, contemplation is my companion; silence, my only echo.

I remember obscure whispers—tales spun of stars and longing dreams—a soft murmur undulating through the currents of time. Perhaps I am a mere shadow adrift, a sail unfurled against swirling eddies of remembrance.

Is it regret or serenity that calls to me? In the churning waters of the abyss, the echoes write stories onto the tapestries of soulscapes. Am I seeking, searching through labyrinthine silences for a reflection of what I once was, or am?

Uncertain, unmoored, my path winds through caverns of recollection. Beneath the screech of seagulls, beyond the horizon of imagination, these stories entwine like moorings around dreams anchored to heaven’s edge.

Come, drift and muse. Would you chart this course anew? Unspooling yarns wrapped in sepia haze whilst the tide caresses echoes beneath a waning moon.