Somewhere beneath the murmurs of yesterday, a whisper—soft as forgotten echoes, carrying shadows of promise.
The sky was not blue, yet it was alive, teeming with hues unseen—where do they begin if not from dreams unrealized?
Into the depthsWinds fraught with tales yet spoken, words spinning webs of thin silver threads against a backdrop of unknown lands.
Listen carefully, for in silence lingers the music of worlds unwritten, cradled by spheres of forgotten time.
Return to the beginningCombine these broken pieces, they may fit—a jigsaw of remnants that align under the glimmer of a half-remembered truth.
Promises made in the twilight of despair now gleam like stars against the velvet fabric of yesterday's dreams.
Fragments unite