In the realm where echoes tread softly,
a symphony arises from the stillness.
Composed not with instruments,
but with silences layered upon silences.
Each note a fragment of forgotten lore,
woven through the air's tapestry,
as trails weave beneath the leaves,
unseen by those who walk the beaten path.
Listen beyond the whispers of the wind,
to the symphonies of the hidden realms;
for every step upon these trails,
a story whispered in the quiet.
Let your heart be the guide,
where the unseen paths unfold,
in the embrace of twilight's grace,
beneath the watchful eyes of stars.