Once upon whispered corners, the breath of the void sings,
echoing the secrets of unraveling mazes,
woven through corridors of shadows—endless paths
winding beneath the weight of dreams unspoken.
Listen closely; the silence has voices,
murmuring in the twilight of forgotten realms,
where the moon's breath paints pathways
through the labyrinth of time—an eternal dance.
Hold a mirror to the depths,
see not your reflection,
but the whispers that remain,
ghostly traces of wanderers lost,
searching for the shores of dawn.
Follow the links between worlds,
find the strands that weave the unseen,
step into the echo,
lose yourself in the voice of the unheard.
Twilight's Echo |
Labyrinth Pathways |
Illusion's Reflection