in the realm of whispered winds, paths unfolded
the echo of forgotten dreams traced the veins of fog
a destination written in the language of shadows
chase the echogravity wells of emotion pulling at unseen strings
a tapestry woven from silken thoughts
what dreams may come, tethered to constellations unknown
untangle the constellationsthe silent ballet of night falls upon the traveler
each step, a note in the symphony of solitude
the path is not a line but a circle returning
join the dance