"Listen in the silence....”
The voice crackles, edges smooth. Words linger like whispers in forgotten corners.
Echoing from chambers not walked, shadows cast in dim light.
A journal, half-remembered, speaks of winds through ancient trees, calling names long unreadable.
“Rest momentarily…. fade…”
The sound of turning pages, yearning for touch. Time scrapes them gently, an endless lull.
A door creaks. Beyond, dust dances in rays of a sun unseen.
“We… were… waiting…” sighs the breath of dormant knowledge.