Whispered Signals

In the land where echoes hold grudges and shadows weave tapestries of dusk,
A signal dances through the silence, woven in the fabric of forgotten stars.

An unseen wanderer moves across the canvas of unspoken tales, tracing
the outlines of dreams that never reached the dawn.

Listen closely, for the reeds hum a song of seasons past,
Each note a story, every silence a whisper.

Follow the signals that weave through the mist,
Each turn unveils a layer of the unseen, a glimpse into the unknown.