Have you traced the flickers' dance upon the dew-kissed edges of the morning fog? Shadows cast by suns unseen. Follow the echoes of hollow laughter, the footsteps may lead you near yet far away. Time itself unravels in quiet resignation, curling along the borders of these zigzagging trails that align with the stars.
Silhouettes whisper to you secrets best left unspoken. The paths diverge in whispers, unraveling beneath the weight of unaskable questions. To where this leads is beyond mere sight. Perhaps they'll remember you when moved by the winds from which all sound descends. Flicker. Flicker. Flicker.
In this unforgettable landscape, every step is a new beginning woven into the tapestry of an everlasting night. Search the unseen paths, for the footprints leading nowhere are the essence of journeys untold. Or perhaps they lead home.