Once upon a time in the hinterlands,
melodies whispered to the evening stars,
unravelling tight knots of forgotten echoes,
weaving through echoes of backward tunes.
Silken notes unravel along silver threads,
dancing past mirrors that distort time,
speaking in verses of half-remembered hymns,
fading into light beneath solemn shadows.
Shadows cast by whispers unto walls,
tales of yore sung in reverse choreography,
every syllable a step back into daylight,
an enigmatic journey of paths untaken.
As clocks tick backward, truth unveils,
rivers of music flow towards the springs,
guiding lost souls on forgotten journeys,
find solace where silence reclaims its throne.
Continue on another trip through reverie in Mirrors of Silence or decipher The Veil's Echo.