Once, there was a garden cloaked in mist, breathing ancient secrets under the kaleidoscope sheet of dawn. Where children laughed, unseen now, their voices brushing against the untouched remains of lost songs.
A flicker of memory... was it a dream? The echoes bounce off the cobblestones leading nowhere. Around us, shadows move in soft whispers, shaping stories we once told but never remember hearing.
The spiral weaves deeper, every step a shadow, each turn a flicker of forgotten laughter. Follow to the echoing paths where lost voices hum a tune.
Paths leading to undefined corners spark new possibilities. What song has traveled with us, hiding in the corners of existence? An unseen rhythm aligns with our breath, waiting to be discovered anew.