Echo of Lost Tales

In the quiet of dusk, where shadows linger longer than memory permits, a story whispers through the cracked pages of what could have been. Each word an echo, each silence a lost chapter.

"Do you hear it?" the wind asks, as it carries the fragments of our forgotten sagas.

Here, among the echoes, a tapestry of unwritten words weaves a narrative of lives unlived. The clock's hands still, momentarily, granting a pause that allows reflection—a chance to glimpse the cities of dreams unfocused by the fog of morning.

The mirror responds, glinting ominously, with reflections of decisions, both foreseen and obscure.

Let the light pass through the fog of uncertainty, illuminating tales on the verge of forgotten shadows.

Lost tales, like echoes in a valley, linger in the ears of those who dare to listen. They implore us to unearth them, to trace their outlines in the sand, before the tide washes them into oblivion.