Beneath the Dust: Dream Echoes

In an empty room, the walls hum stories untold,
whispers of yesteryears
and visions fledged beneath sandstorms.
Echoes from the deep—an orchestra of silence.

Do you hear it? The subtle vibrations that sketch shadows on the canvas of absence,
where dust dances in the waning light;
a dream, crafted from remnants of fading color.

Horizons vanish,
retreating beneath an ocean of grit and forgotten names.
Here, in this realm, we shuffle through echoes and chase after fleeting illusions.

What do we seek amidst these echoes,
if not the reflection of our own spectral dreams?
Drift further, and perhaps you'll find yourself.