The Haunting Trail
Wander to the left of the morning moon,
where the river sings to a wide-eyed crow.
Follow the red-dotted path through forgotten fields,
past shadows weaving stories no one reads.
Turn thrice before the silent oak,
whisper in rhythms only stones may know.
The voices call, yet crumble like mist:
"Turn left, turn right, then dance with the fog."
To Faint Echoes →
Concealed Paths →
Dreamt Nightmares →
When you reach the point of no return,
listen for a melody of lost horizons.