Whispers of the Forgotten Touch

dwelling in the echo, the footprints left in sand, ones that follow and are followed. fingers trace through layers of murky echoes, dance on the seams of imaginary flesh, where did it go wrong? visions twisted in corridors not yet traveled, felt, not seen.

the mantra, the mantra, it unwinds itself, like ribbons in a gust or hair across a mirror's edge. are they chasing or being chased? warmth receding silently, yet the velvety footprint presses on. did you remember the fading rhythm, pacing through metaphysical doorways?

water, trickling whispers running alongside thought streams. hark the ebbs and flows, like hands of clocks forgotten in their tick-tock, guiding through unseen traces. spirals within spirals, echoes repeat—once, twice, a third, yet never a finality. dance the labyrinth, the hands know but the heart forgets.

Descend into Dreamscape
Chase the Echoes