Alas, in the muted corridors of existence,
I wander, tracing the winds' echoing song.
A parchment of dreams, woven in twilight's glow,
Beneath the ancient oak, roots cradle lore untold.
With each silent step upon a carpet of velvet moss,
My thoughts spill ink into the crimson dusk.
Fables etched upon stars, igniting the void's canvas,
A naked wind listens, witnessing my heart's silent call.
Shuffling through the shadows of forgotten sages,
I become the dust, the breath of echoing pasts.
In the secret alcove of infinity, time stands still,
A bittersweet serenade plays, bidding farewell.
Gaze beyond, dear traveler, into the endless sea of stars,
Catch the fleeting shimmer of truth amidst lies.
Allow the essence of whispered wisdom to guide,
For the journey is not to be tread alone.