Echoes of the Song

When the last notes faded, they lingered like vapors in the cool morning air. Such is the nature of songs to leave an unseen trail, a path of echoes reflecting in the silence, waiting for someone to walk them again.

There's a rhythm to this reverberation, a dance of memories where each step is an unanswered question, each silence a whisper of what once was. Listen closely, and you might hear the phantom footsteps.

Tracks Left Unwalked

The melody carries the weight of years, the burdens of untold stories. In each note, there's a universe waiting to be discovered, a tale of what lies beyond sight.

• Mountains untouched by any footfall
• Rivers flowing with unheard lullabies
• Skies that sing in languages forgotten

Yet, it’s not the grandeur that makes these places sing. It's the ordinary, the mundane, that brings life to the echoes.

The Return of the Song

One day, the song will return, borne on the wings of a wandering breeze or the gentle stride of a curious traveler. When that day comes, the echoes will rise once more, like long-lost friends reunited after lifetimes apart.

Until then, the footprints remain, shifts in the earth where the unseen has passed.