Once, in a whispering dawn, the closed gates murmured dreams unfurling,
From the cracks of eternity, voices of silence sang
An echo unraveling ancient truths in hollowed verse.
Came a traveler, heartward and starlit,
Paved was his path in silver reflections,
Each step a flower blooming across the asphalt realms of thought.
Words etched in the shadows, clawed in time's ancient clay,
Beliefs forgotten like tenth sand dollars hiding within soft shores,
Desires spread like aged leaves upon silent tombs, buried but bred anew.
Glimpse the corridors beyond the veil —
The Labyrinth of Reverie
Unlock the silent echoes —
Whispers of the Echo
The traveler moves through factored cobwebs and liquid lace,
Hand supple with celestial ink, drawing glyphs upon forever's skin.
Behold, when dawn kisses the dormant keys,
Their lustrous dance begins —illumination calls from the other side.