In whispered corridors of time's embrace,
where echoes of eternity waltz,
"A journey of a thousand thoughts begins anew in the silence of a dawn not yet broken."
- The Untold Chronicles
Through the prism of the sky,
shards of ancient dreams awaken.
Seep through misted reflections,
weaving through the warp of woven stars.
The river of memory flows backwards, carrying whispers of forgotten futures.
Imagine a path, not of feet
but of echoes, of refracted sound.
Embers of the day's last sigh
flicker like stars upon a barren sea.
In remnant light, lies a truth unveiled,
a tapestry of dreams, gently spun.