In caverns deep where echoes play, a whisper calls,
beckoning those who seek the lost trails of light;
footsteps trace paths on whispered winds,
weaving through shadows cast by torrents of time.
Let us embark beneath the sightless veil,
to where the air remembers suns long sealed away.
"Are you the traveler whom dreams have worn too thin?"
The question lingers in the hollow starlight.