The Cycle of Forgotten Echoes

In the heart of the eternal tide, whispers of the ancients linger.
The wheel turns beneath the watchful gaze of the crescent moon.
Once a sound, now only a shadow in the labyrinth of stars.

Steps on the path paved with forgotten dreams.
The circle is unbroken, an enigma echoing in the depths.
Your reflection speaks a language only the winds understand.

Visit the dawn, where silence sings.
Patterns of existence weave through spirals and loops.
In every beginning, an ending awaits, patiently.