"Whispers of determination. Consider the halftruths that danced among the night."

A voice, though none stood near, traces an ember’s path: lost in echoes, seeking kindled permanence. Shadows quilt the ground underfoot, and with each step, as if unwinding, unravel secrets kept, tethered in long-forgotten knots.

The air here, suffused — communal with the presence of departed stories, ephemeral and poignant. Do they reside within particles, orbiting thought forms? Or do they melt safely in the light of realization, ephemeral slips of loam?

"Remember the old folklore of wandering lights?" a fragment lingers. Do we chase? Do we remember? Or do we follow into reverie, shadows spun with filigree prayer asked in silent .

What trails have hearts embers left behind? I, a flicker in the greater burn, attached under the deepest sky— silent, pursuing the resonances into obscurity.