Glimpse the world beyond, where shadows dance upon the walls of light,
In whispered tones, the echoes speak of times when dreams took flight.
Winds carry voices through fragile panes of mist,
Here, in the corridors of memory, they gently twist.
Do you hear the laughter of the lost, drifting in the breeze?
Open their windows, let the stories be freed, like leaves on autumn’s sigh.
For every opened door, a new beginning lies.
Shimmering Echoes