Amidst the gentle echo of yesterday's steps,
the lands wrapped in the hues of burnt sienna,
where shadows dance upon the edge of knowing,
whispers breathe life into the essence of now.
Beneath archways woven from ancient sighs,
glimmers of truth slip through veils of mist.
Each path, a silver thread, intricately spun,
across the fabric of realms unseen, yet felt.
Reaching out, the wanderer touches the void
and finds there the imprint of celestial scars,
a mosaic of moments, fragmenting time,
and shaping the tales of forgotten wanderlust.