The sunken echoes of a forgotten aeon
whisper through the cracks of time,
where shadows weave tales in
the labyrinth of mirrored illusions.

Beneath the shifting sands of memory,
lie dormant thoughts, untouched by the
flow of light, waiting for the winds
to unveil their hidden truths.

Perchance the moon remembers
the secrets long buried, seeking
solace in reflective pools that never
were, never will be, only are.