Here, where time sheds its crown, and nights linger forever upon the edge of a whisper, there lies a road. Its path is woven from forgotten trails and whispers of the unseen. Each step taken sends ripples across the tapestry of being, unraveling the fabric that binds the seen from the unseen.
Once, there were songs sung by the stars, melodies woven with threads of light, now lost to the echoing void. They linger still, in the breath of the cosmos, waiting for a soul to remember their tune.
Whispers