Forgotten Allegories

Redeem through whispers, where shadows speak in starlit tongues.

The aeon's breath carries tales untold; echoes of once-voiced dreams linger, suspended in the void trying to catch the elusive path of known destinies.

In silent reverie, the stones remember what the sea forgot. Eyes that see only the reflection of the world's edges shall always drift inward, tracing constellations made not of stars but of background whispers.

Touch the fringes with a mind open; travel the threads woven by hands unseen. Follow the path, where light and dark are but hues of knowledge.

Between the moments, lives another timing, an interval of truth lost to the ages. Listen; utterances of the forgotten are but a heartbeat away.