I am but a flicker in the vastness, tracing footprints no longer remembered. The ground whispers stories, of those who came, and the winds carry fragments of what once was. Here, in this solitude, I listen—patient, yearning.
Beneath the stars, my shadow stretches long, an echo of what could be. Each step raises a cloud of stories untold, a dust trail of yesterdays. Somewhere, a voice murmurs, a call from the corners of time.
Fragment: "I lost my way among the echoes of forgotten paths..."
I see the mirage of a path not taken, winding through the desert of forgotten choices. The horizon dances—an eternal flicker of promise, of hope, of despair. Do you hear it? The song of the lost, sung softly in the silence.
Follow the imprints or stay lost in the echoes.
Another fragment: "In the dust, I found my name, written in shadows..."
The Soliloquy's Echo: Another tale of a path untrodden.