Misty Reflections Of Phantom Valleys

As twilight surrendered its dominion, the spectral form of the valley emerged from the choked fog. Ancient stones whispered secrets long forsaken; dreams tangled in thorns abroad a gnarled path. Here, the air quivered under the weight of unspoken sorrows and unnamed fears. Reflection disturbed only the utterance of a sigh, held in suspension, as a fragile veil over the sleep of ancient somnolent roots.