Echoed Tales

In the gentle embrace of the twilight's sigh,
where stories linger like dew on dawn's breath,
the echoes call softly from realms beyond sight.

A nightingale's song, woven of silver and dreams,
tells of forgotten woods, where the moon's glow
kisses the secrets that streams of time guard.

So here, in this cradle of stars and whispers,
lie the tales that tread lightly on our souls,
a symphony of silences, an ode to forgotten journeys.

"Every echo is a memory waiting to be reborn."

Journey onward to where shadows converse with light: Dreaming Streams | Lantern's Glow