Echoes of the Mist

In the Cycle of Silence

In the valley where shadows breathe
and the moon spills silver upon the dew,
echoes wander, seeking solace
in the gentle embrace of fading light.

Here, time folds upon itself,
weaving whispers into a tapestry
of dreams unspoken, yet deeply felt.
Listen—the cycle begins anew.

Journey within
where every thought is a mist,
ephemeral and fleeting,
dissolving into the embrace of dawn.

In the Echo of the River
a song of stones and flowing memories,
each ripple a reminder,
of the whispers that linger, waiting.

Return to the Beginning
where echoes find their home
in the heart of silence,
a sanctuary for the soul’s reverie.