In the shadows of yesteryears, the whispers of long-forgotten paths beckon.

Are we mere borrowers of echoes?

From time's cradle, we seek the meaning in pathways not taken, yet our steps resonate on these ever-fading trails.

The sky above imagines our tread, while the earth below is silent, holding secrets that slip through our fingers like grains of sand.

Whispering Winds

Mirrored Voids