In the corridors of dusk, where shadows become whispers,
arches await the touch of forgotten voices.
Shadows hold hands with reverberations,
walking through the labyrinth of echoes,
melody sinks into stone,
clouds unheard drift silently.
Golden tapestries unravel into sound,
unravel into unread letters of twilight.
Beneath the silent towers,
memories construct castles in the mist.
The sky remembers
and laughter of time rebounds,
a soothing tremor in the heart of the void.
Do you hear the echoes?
Their song spills over the edges,
a soft cascade of forgotten dreams,
dancing like specters in the moonbeams.
Explore these enchanted relics,
and become an echo yourself,
intertwining with the labyrinthine winds of past.