Whispers in the fog,
trails of stars gathering dust,
memory traces the footprints
of dreams unrealized,
unseen paths unfold in silence.
Between breaths, the echoes
of laughter past hover,
spectres of unwritten stories
blend with the mist,
goodbye said without sound.
Beneath the surface,
the ground hums quietly,
a pulse of forgotten lore
hidden beneath roots
entwined with ancient truths.
Follow the specter:
In the Fog |
Unwritten Chapter |
Memory Traces
The specter was sighted. Not here, but elsewhere.