Amongst forgotten dusk-lit realms,
where time coils like an ancient serpent,
whispers of the etheric winds emerge,
weaving stories in the twilight haze.
Do you hear the lullabies of yore,
echoing through charmed corridors,
lost in the ether's caress, among
shadows that silently sigh?
These whispers unfold in a dance,
ethereal, as ribbons of moonlight weaving,
each note a portal, each breath a key,
to the labyrinth of forgotten dreams.
Venture through:
the Portal |
the Dreams |
Echoes