Upon the cold path where silence weeps,
Footprints in the mist—ghosts of dreams,
Mapping the unsaid, leading to nowhere,
Where time's whisper forgets its own name.
Step lightly, where echoes dare to play,
The fables spin in shadows long-held,
With each mark lost beneath guiding stars,
Find solace in the indistinct wandering.
Path 1: Echoes
Path 2: Mirage
Path 3: Reverie
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