Path to Silence
On the horizon of forgotten echoes, whispers form the undercurrent:
"Do you remember, in the twilight of shattered lanterns, how we laughed at the maps that never led us anywhere?"
A soft murmur, like the rustle of pages undisturbed, "The echoes fade faster than the shadows they cast."
Unseen winds carry voices, "And in the silence, we carved our initials on the bark of oblivion."
Regard the faint trails that weave through the whispering woods.
The corridors of time reverberate with secrets that dissolve like smoke in the evening air.