In the ethereal dawn where shadows long remain, I wander. In this place, wind weaves an unseen tapestry of resonant echoes—
chimes long disremembered, yet familiar to an ancient heartbeat deep within. Once they heralded evening lights and the whispers of
distant shores under twilight's azure embrace. Now, their song lies bundled in crystalline fragments of time, sown carelessly across span
and void alike. Here and there, ivy curls lovingly around dusted frames, sacred rust kissing metals beneath memory's fervent gaze.
A breath catches the silent cascade, granting tongue to burnished symbols, shedding light upon what slipped caressing past
the bounds of the every-now. These were unlike anything the world of coming minds might grasp—pinnacles resonating with unnameable hues, vast spans
of potential breathing into life with every soft clang, each rhythmic presence the herald of a half-forgotten tale of aeons past.