Beyond the whispers of the clock,
through the mirage of fading echoes,
lies the realm of shadows woven with tales untold.
Along the tapestry of forgotten hues,
dreams dance like leaves in a midnight breeze,
forever seeking, never finding, always returning.
Pause here, where time loses its breath,
engulfed in a veil of ancient lullabies,
hear the silent song of the land once known.