In the veil of misty whispers, truths are reflected, not through glass, but through the dance of the unseen. Sunlight weaves tales with shadows, a language forgotten by time's ardent passage. Listen closely, for the silence is alive with the murmurs of a thousand untold stories.
Can you see the path illuminated by shadows, where every step reclaims a fragment of light lost to the oblivion? The horizon blurs, as footsteps become the rhythm of the moonlit tide.