In the cavern of unspoken dreams, echoes ripple like secret streams.
Legend to dust dance silently - undisturbed memories entangled in time.
Behold the translucent shadows that flit, murmuring riddles beneath the surface.
Words frozen like ancient artifacts, buried deep within the marrow.
The horizon breathes, a tapestry woven from shades of silence—each thread vibrating with invisible resonance.
“Listen,” they said, “to the sound of the unsaid, the language of the once-been.”
An ethereal clock ticks away the wrinkled moments, a relic of existence glossed in fragility.