Beneath the stone paths, sunlight remembers silent footsteps, tracing stories only shadows know.
And the whispers followed, carried by the winds of forgotten dawns.
In the embrace of the evening fog, reflections of a life lived murmur softly.
Their voices echo in the deep waters of night, seeking solace in truths untold.
The leaves once sang, rustling secrets to the earth, now tree-like in its wisdom. Listen to their tales.
Every legacy is a whispered promise, a shadow cast by the light of our yesterdays.
But what remains, when whispers turn to echo and echoes to silence?