There are murmurs in the trees, they say a secret only spoken when the moon isn't looking. Have you ever stopped to listen? The world murmurs at intervals, like an old clock winding down, only it has nothing to do with time. It's about things unseen, edges perceivable only in dim light.
Shadows like old friends, nudging you along paths less traveled. They know where to go when the glow fades, leading you to places where even the wind knows to tread lightly. Have you seen their flicker? It's a sign you shouldn't ignore.
And sometimes, just sometimes, you glimpse a flicker in the periphery, a hint of gold or silver that taunts the darkness. Curiosity pulls you closer, doesn't it? Just a little whisper of luminance—hidden, elusive. But if you trust the whispers, they might lead to the source.
So, what will you do? Follow the flicker and hear the story told by light and shadow? Or let the wind keep it a secret, just another tale from the rustling leaves.
Hidden Paths