Reverberations of the Forgotten

In the craggy vaults beyond sight, where echoes weave forgotten history, we find the fossilized thought of forgotten realms. Here, ancient voices sing.

Unearthed, a melody languidly drifts, through particles of rust enshrined. A sound — a whisper? — a question threads the air: "Do we listen because we forget, or do we forget because we listen?"

Between notes — beneath the fossilized sun —Time fragments into crystalline shards, each bearing the weight of celestial dreams.