Echoes in the Labyrinth

The clock chimes, backward, into the morning abyss. Where do dreams go when they unravel?
Once, whispers a voice, we all danced with the shadows.
From the nebulous depths, a melody of forgotten giggles arise.

Beneath the blanket of starlit ink, the wind carries secrets untold. In the echo's embrace, a forgotten promise blooms.
Guardian of the sleepwalker's path, the owl's eyes twinkle with knowing truths.
Embrace the silence where echoes breathe.
Murmurs of the Eternal Night