Chasing Echoes: Quatrains of Vigour

In the corridors of mountains, shadows last
Where silence sculpts the whispers of the past
A longing dance, under horizons vast
Our voices bounce, a universe amassed

The echo, a reflection of our existence, captured in hills.
Each heard utterance small, each silent moment vast.

Beneath the stars, forgotten melodies
We trace the roots of longing, like diseases
The echoes wear vibrance, like old keys
Unlocking doors where time no longer freezes

Melodies fading, but each note still finds resonance.
Nostalgia as a remnant, a patient archaeologist.

Entropic Whispers | Melancholic Oscillation