In the depths of silence, a cry unheard lingers. Shadows dance, etching stories upon the void, a canvas of the forgotten whispers.
"The lantern flickers, yet the path remains hidden..."
Beyond the horizon where eyes cannot see, the dock of assurance awaits. An ephemeral touch of solace rests upon the delimiter of dreams.
"Voices in darkness, a symphony of stars..."
Thus, the river of time flows, unbound by chains of certainty. Deliverance is not in grasp, but in the gentle release of the soul's tether.