In the silent corridors of yesterday's dreams,
shadows whisper secrets untold.
The clock ticks backwards,
every moment yawned and sighed.
Return to the loop
Floating on a sea of mist,
familiar faces fade into the fog.
Eyes closed, we sing songs
of the future that never was.
Another echo
Time bends like smoke in the wind,
and laughter sounds like falling rain.
The wheel turns, yet the path remains
a circle in the stars.
Traverse the rift