In the echo of forgotten whispers
where shadows dance with light's fringe,
lay the beginnings of an unwritten tale,
a symphony of silences,
an aria of lost chances penned
on pages never turned.
The ink, a river of dreams,
flowed towards the seas of the unknown,
vast realms where imagination
dared not tread,
beyond boundaries etched in stars,
and the chapters unfold...
Beneath the moon's tender gaze,
a solitary wanderer queries
the celestial script above,
tracing constellations
of fables intertwined
with threads of cosmic sighs.
And the realms, oh the realms,
ripple in the guise of mirages,
phantoms of unwrought destinies,
shimmering at the edge
of mortal horizons.
A melody, sweet as silence,
weaves through the labyrinthine paths,
echoing in the heart of the seeker,
resonating with the void's breath,
an eternal embrace of beginnings and ends.
Here lies the treasure of truths
disguised as mere shadows,
tales of realms beyond boundaries,
waiting to be inscribed
in the ink of eternity.