Sometimes... it feels like I'm searching for a melody buried under layers of dust and sorrow. Each note wrapped in velvet memories, only to fade into the ether. I forget why I started, or perhaps I remember all too well. The shadows murmur secrets they are not allowed to keep, and I... I am the keeper of this fractured serenity.
I wander through these archives, these labyrinthine corridors of time. The dust motes dance in beams of light as I pass, a ballet of the serene and the sublime. I am not lost, but I seek, and in seeking I become unbound. Frequencies of shadow, frequencies of the heart, each pulse a reminder of what was and will never be. Perhaps the echoes answer my query, though I do not remember which question I asked.
Lost Paths