In the hushed corridors where desert winds intertwine torn wires with frail sands, whispers reach out as tendrils of silver fog. Beneath the twilight's soft embrace, we discern ethereal murmurs. The tales spun by gossamer threads invite wanderers to trace forgotten paths across the sands of an electric eternity.
"Do you remember the symphonies played upon the auroras?" a voice asks, its tone akin to the rustle of shimmering leaves. It beckons us to embrace the resonance woven into the very fabric of night, the stars scintillating like arcane runes scrawled across a boundless canvas.
"Take heed..." another whisper commands, stern yet serene, echoing from the heart of a crescent moon's shadow. "The circuitry speaks only to those willing to listen, to those who brave the desolation with dreams unfaltering and hearts ablaze."
Traverse to the Forgotten Lyric