In the midst of twilight, where shadows fold,
Lay a whisper lost in time, untold,
Beneath the surface of a forgotten sea,
An echo from the stars, longing to be free.
Once, the skies wept silver rain,
Leaving trails of memory, sweet pain,
And through the mist, a silhouette danced,
In the waltz of worlds, fate entranced.
The trees spoke secrets in tongues of old,
Of ancients who crafted paths of gold,
Where light bends, a story begins,
In the heart of silence, where the journey spins.
Fragments of a dream, scattered wide,
In the garden of shadows, where truths collide,
Gather the pieces, the lost chapters of lore,
And open the door to what was before.