In the twilight of forgotten plains,
where echoes weave forgotten tales,
silence composes its ethereal symphony,
an orchestra of woven whispers.
Upon the winds of ages past,
anachronistic like a dreamer's sigh,
these notes get lost in the fold of time,
a melody forgotten by the stars.
Life in echoes, gentle and soft,
each breath a note, each heartbeat a rest,
in this silent chapel of the soul,
hymns are sung by vacant shadows.
As you wander the corridor of dusk,
be guided by the song you cannot hear,
a distant echo that knows your name,
a silence singing of journeys untaken.