From the depths of endless silence, I drop the seed of my misgivings—
Carried upon the wind, it dances, like a single tear upon a forgotten breeze.
Did you ever hear them? The echoes in halls empty, erased by time's cruel brush.
Where shadows weave tales of things never seen,
Yet felt in marrow and spine as the heart laments, softly.
There I wandered, a soul ghosting past the lingering warmth of sunlit dreams.
What once was clarity now shimmers—a mirage of hope
Wavering on the rim of reason, steadily waking.
Distant stars, distant songs, reaching through the veils of fog:
Such lullabies bring solace, or perhaps another mask for sorrow.
And thus, beneath titanic constructs of steel-clad sky, I roam,
Each step a forgotten testament to what once was,
Each breath a lament for worlds halting, unable to turn, fading unlit.