In the labyrinth of days gone by,
The clock dissolves its fragile ties.
A whispered breath through twilight's sigh,
Marks shadows on a silent sky.
Step lightly where the ancients trod,
Beneath the weight of forgotten gods.
Seek not the answers carved in stone,
For every path leads, in truth, to your own.
Soft embers of the past ignite,
A dance of sparks beyond the night.
Follow the echoes, speak to the mist—
Every step forward is a parting kiss.
Encrypted whispers of time softly fade,
In the rippling pool of what's yet made.