Grains of time fall through skeletal fingers, carving whispers in the dust.
Listen.
Silent walls,
watchful doors,
passive memories assemble
before minds grow feeble and words disband.
Shadows stretched across forgotten farms,
neath the wisened gaze of decrepit scarecrows,
narrating tales of dead winds to skies long departed.
Restore the unraveling." Guides the flow into frozen echoes.
A portal elsewhere, leading to void. Curtis within patterned enigma, unsure of maiden paths.