Dear Traveler, find yourself a moment to ponder
where the horizon meets the unseen.
I have stumbled across realms unmarked on any map,
where the scent of azure dreamscapes lingers.
In these quiet whispers of the void,
I've left pieces of sunlit laughter,
abandoned upon shores of endless memory.
Do you recall the warmth,
perhaps in a world not so distant
yet entirely apart from your present?
From one dimension to the next,
your echo remains—
a phrase caught in the wind,
or a shadow birthed from twilight.
Have not these vacations, forgotten,
etched themselves into the marrow
of your soul's tapestry?
Should you seek to wander these realms again,
cross through the portals I once delighted in:
Silent Echoes
Beyond the Threshold
Or perhaps trace the lines of the unseen maps
in the encroaching light of dawn,
where reality bends and twists
to the rhythm of lost dreams.