Lend me your ears, oh forlorn pilgrim, and hear the tales wrapped in shrouded dawns.
Here, amidst this tapestry of time, the clocks run backward, tick-tocking in reverse.
Listen carefully, for the echoes of forgotten pasts are hidden and waiting for the brave.
Did you hear about the backwards lullaby?
It hums softly "Sleep, but don't sleep too soundly..."
letting the night hold your light hostage until morning remembers itself.
A traveler once asked for silence; they gave him a statue.
Wandering in circles, he found solace in the echo of his unspoken wishes.
Irony draped in velvet whispers, the dummy grinned whilst the master wept.
And now, dear guest, take a breath deep enough to reach the stars..
dive through the hidden veil of laughter where the stars collect their tears.
Beyond paradox, every tumble is a rise, every end, a hideaway.