"In the whispering folds of the midnight veil,
a truth lingers like smoke on the river’s edge,
drifting, untouchable."
"Elysium, once kissed by the sun's forgotten glow,
cradles shadows beneath the stones of time."
"The clock ticked backward through realms unseen,
heralding a dawn of ancient questions."
"Voices, now echoes, dance on the winds of your past,
revealing the unspoken paths of your future."
Within these verses, something stirs. To grasp it, follow the whispers.
Seek deeper the seeds of dream scattered across time’s tapestry.