In the deep echoes of timeless voids,
where echoes mingle with stars' forgotten sighs,
pathways crafted from whispers unfurl.
They beckon with silent cries,
woven from threads of transient dreams.

Breathless, the chronicles of ages drift,
detaching memories, one flickering thought at a time.
Infinite lanterns float within the mist,
illuminating paths of fragmentary existence.

Whispered tales emerge, unseen and unheard,
tethered to the whispers that traverse eternity.
Unbound, they whisper secrets to the night,
murmurs lost to the oblivion of time.
Which stories find their way to you?
Embrace the silence
Weave the dream
Remember the fragments