"Where the singing shadows rest, one foot in the forest, the other in the sea..." —An old woman's lament, perhaps a guide or guardian.
"Did you see the watchmaker as he knelt before the clockwork altar? They say nine chimes mirrored moons across the valley..." A whispered secret among the stars.
"Beneath the willow, the river muttered your name—though none were there to hear its song." Breathless curiosity from a passerby.
"The magician's paradox: to vanish within one's own shadow, yet leave only silver dreams behind." A truth, undeniable, spoken by the wind.
"In the labyrinth's heart, the echo sang sweetly of yesterday's farewells—echoes of voices unclaimed..." An unknown voice, perhaps a forgotten echo itself.