Quietly murmuring, murmur, quietly thinking of paths hidden, hidden paths breathe upon the journey that continues, the journey, your journey begins now. Awaken, awaken, through the tapestry, woven silently in the dawn of a world undescribed, unnoticed.
Repeat the journey, but where does it repeat, does it no begin anew, paths hidden in illusion, whispers hidden in echo, echoes whisper, whisper in the echo, the ripple in the tranquil current of night enfolds the seeker.
Imagine footprints that follow the light, but the light is distant, flickering on horizon's edge. Flicker ahead, ahead the flicker, the light calls forth darkness beneath which lies the end of nothing, teasing, breathing...