In the spiral of moments, a whisper dances,
A faint shimmer in the tapestry of time.
I walked the corridors of this dream before,
The walls breathe stories no one else can hear,
Woven in the ancient threads of forgotten laughter.
The sea cradles the sky, a lover's embrace,
As waves kiss the stars, a celestial waltz,
A symphony of echoes longing to be born again.
Each echo a ghost of what once was,
Yet, perhaps, a glimpse of what is yet to come.