Amidst the whispers, the echoes call, calling, calling from the depths, depths unknown, deep, deep. A swirl of thoughts, past and future merged, spiraling into a vortex, vortex of memories, fading, fading, reforming, always reforming, never still.
Escape to the horizon, where the sun always sets, brightly, slowly, steadily. Burn the paths walked, walked to the unknown shores, whispers speak no more, nor do they silence themselves, ever continuing, a river flowing through the mountains, through the time, rippling, in crystal mirror.
But do they ever stop? Will it ever cease, this percussive beat? Hear it through the shrouded mist, mist rising, covering everything in a spectral glow, dancing, and the shadows dance too, synchronize the actions, thoughts intertwined, lost in translation, in the find of the lost.
Reach the Light Fade to Black Secrets of Time