In the chamber of echoes, where the unseen winds gather, there lies a fractured memory. A tail of whispers, it stretches beyond the horizon, unseen, untold.
Follow its path through the night, unfurling threads of silence. As it dances, shadowing the moonlight, listen to the voice that calls from within the twilight.
Will you trace the steps of dreams long past? Or let it slip through your fingers, like vapors of a vanishing time?