In the fold of shadows cast by the fading sun,
Paths unwind like whispers on a breeze,
Sculpted by footsteps that time forgets,
Tracing the echoes of words never spoken.
"Will you follow where the ancients tread, where echoes meet the twilight thread?"
Do you hear the sighs of the wandering stars?
The trails beneath whisper to the stars above,
Phantom footsteps echo in a dance of light and shadow.
Venture Deeper into the Woods