In a world where words slip through
the fingers of time, moments hang
suspended — whispers of realms unformed.
The lost chapters murmur softly,
echoes in the cathedral of imagination,
longing to dance in the light of creation.
Once, a shadow passed, and visions
of a journey unwritten stirred
the heart to ache for the untold tales.
Would you chase the faintest dream?
Step beyond the pages into
the silence where potential sleeps.