faint murmurs from the vale...
In the shadowed lanes of once-was, a whileager hums to the sun abandoning its golden crown. Echoes of laughter ripple through the mist, weaving tales of twilight wanderers.
Do you remember? A question sewn into the fabric of night.
Murmur of Time
Lost Syllables
Beneath the trees, where leaves whisper secrets to the stars,
the soothsayers gather, their words a tapestry of dreams and disillusion.
Fragmented Song