In the rusted skies,
Voices of the ancients hum,
Time's forgotten song.
Beneath the old trees,
Shadows speak in hushed tones now,
Minds open like leaves.
Step softly, they say,
Each footfall a memory,
Reverberates long.
1. Gaze at the horizon where the sun dips below.
2. Listen for the echo that has no source, but finds you.
3. Follow paths erased by time, let them guide you home.
4. Speak to the shadows, for they hold conversations of light.
5. Collect the silent echoes; they are the fragments of history.