In the shadowed corners of forgotten paths,
where whispers of stars weave through the vines,
echoes of long-lost truths slip silently
between the cracks of momentary yesterdays.

A flicker, a shimmer, a dance in the dark —
shadows of dreams unspoken, left untouched,
linger in the cool breath of twilight,
an ethereal ode to the journeys untraveled.

The horizon bends, distorting reality,
as the mind's eye opens to the spectral glow
of a promise tucked beneath the roots
of the ancient trees whispering through time.