Etched into the dusty remnants of time,
footsteps traced on forgotten avenues.
She wandered, seeking nowhere,
where the sun forgot to rise.
Voices whispered between the lines,
murmurs of an age eclipsed by silence.
A lone figure, silhouetted against the glow of a spectral dawn,
reached out to touch the ephemeral.
Each step,
a promise
unfulfilled,
an echo
reverberating
through
an abyss of chapters.
The journey itself—an illusion,
the destination,
etched in shadow.