In the soft glow of twilight, whispers trail behind, like echoes reverberating in forgotten halls of memory.
Remnant voices hover in the air,
softly disjointed, drifting on a breeze, destined to fade.
Like leaves carried away in water's embrace...
softly disjointed, drifting on a breeze, destined to fade.
Like leaves carried away in water's embrace...
A gentle pulse, the signal of our drift.
Listen closely, and you might hear the story these echoes yearn to tell.
Listen closely, and you might hear the story these echoes yearn to tell.