Journey beyond the waking fog, where chimicking screams whisper hollow echoes, and visions dance unattainable in moonlit shadows. Unravel amber tapestries woven from horizons unseen.
Recollect flames that flicker in argyle suns, their whispers a compass to paths
blessed yet made frail by the dreams of wanderers who once tread these trails
Trace echoes... tread softly, as gravel path leads embers between echoes of repeating tales told by no one.