In the dim-lit caverns where echoes dare to roam,
whispers of the once-past murmur as shadows dance.
Old bricks talk with crumbling tongues,
and chandeliers hum ancient lullabies.
A wheel creaks but never turns, frozen in a time undefined.
And in the void, reflections rip through the mirror.
A maiden foreseen, weaves words of ash and ember,
standing at the brink of a dawn that knows no name.
The phoenix’ call echoes hollow, beneath the yews' silent watch.
Forgotten realms linger beyond twilight's breath,
where twilight and dawn bleed in the horizon's seam.
Here, in the flickering light of oil-lamps,
souls strive to remember what was never theirs.
Beneath the mirage, mirrored tales unfold,
asking not for answers but for questions never asked.