Echoes in the Ponder

Pale whispers carried on winds of forgotten realms...

In the twilight's embrace, where shadows sing,
linger the echoes of souls departing.

Once there were voices, now only silence remains;
a hushed confessional in a crumbled altar.

Step through the veil, but tread lightly, for spectres linger.

A flicker of memory, a distant murmur,
elusive as the wraith of a passing dream.

Whispers of the Past

The Sound of Silence