The whisper of autumn leaves,
a tale forgotten in the misty embrace of dawn.
Some traces fade, some linger...
Beneath the cradle of the opalescent sky,
a fleeting moment dances—
like shadows on the summer's wall,
woven into the fabric of time.
A solitary echo speaks,
in the forgotten tongue of the starry void.
Listen, and the resonance becomes
a path to the stars,
or perhaps a winding river—
its surface mirrors secrets untold.
Follow the whispers,
trace the arcane footsteps,
where the ethereal glimpses breathe life into shadows.
And in this realm where time folds upon itself,
what is the difference between dream and reality?
As echoes of the past serenade the future.