In the hazy twilight of forgotten realms,
whispers dance upon the silken winds.
Shadows cast by none, yet linger still,
tracing odes of dreams unsung, untold.
Through the mist, a melody, faint yet clear,
echoes in the hallways of the mindful heart.
It is here, amidst the echo's embrace,
that we find the remnants of who we were.
Wander these pathways and lose yourself,
in a world woven with threads of the infinite.
Follow the signs, the symbols, the clues,
and perhaps, you'll remember what was lost.