In the creased valleys
where echoes keep their secrets,
a limb not felt
spirals in dreams.
Silently, it stretches beyond the skin's embrace.
Shadows weave tales
of lanterns that flicker on
words woven backwards.
In the spider's thread whispers crawled into the light,
the past lingers in unattainable echoes.
Time slithers
in reverse, the hourglass emptied of forgotten grains.
Each tick an unspoken breath, vibrating softly
through phantom limbs of time.
Vaporwaves call
while Hidden Paths unfold
in lands where the mind's fingers touch
without ever reaching out.