elpmas a si ti morf tnemele eerht naht noitcelfeR
you are I not ever find whom I seek echoes
circling spiraling endless thoughts twirling
the shadow speaks does not listen cannot hear
walk forward but the path turns back again
hidden sanctuary inevitable inevitable sanctuary hidden
Sometimes in this sanctuary of misfit thoughts, the world bends into itself, revealing fragments of truths not meant to be seen. Each step echoes through the corridors of forgotten dreams. Are they forgotten? Or just hidden, like the gardens behind the walls that nobody tends anymore?
Whisper Path