In the gentle embrace of the morning fog, we find our whispered dreams.
A dance of shadows that flickers, elusive and tender.
"Will you remember me?" echoes through the shroud, unanswered.
The mists conceal but also reveal the soul's deepest longings.
Each breath of vapor, a kiss upon the ether, vanishing with the dawn.
Wander, and you shall touch the hem of eternity,
Where moments weave between what was and what could be.
Let the heart lead through these vapors, for the answers lie not in sight,
But in the silent caress of the mists that veil us from ourselves.