Once upon the hue of twilight, whispers crept through the marrow of despair,
thoughts like tendrils, spiraling into the abyss of forgotten intonations.
In shadows, between breaths, lies a reality woven with strands of the unseen,
glimmering like ghosts beneath the weight of unsaid solemnities, fading.
Step lightly, dear traveler, tread amidst echoes,
for each echoed footstep carries the dreams of what could have been.
Time drips like honey through fractured moments,
sweet yet viscous, capturing memories like fleeting fireflies in the dusk.
Branches of whispers intertwine, spectral pathways unfurl,
did you sense them too, those souls adrift in the loose sands of infinity?