Fade to Margins

Once, a whispered truth floated through the ether, weaving tales of old,
urging the weary traveler to listen, if only to the silent murmurs of memory.

The wind carries with it the echoes of forgotten stories. In the quiet dusk,
as shadows blend into the twilight, these stories search for ears willing to
embrace the unseen. Margins of reality fade, revealing a spectral canvas
painted with hues of longing and unfound paths.

"In the cracks of time," it said, "lies where dreams dare not tread,
in the folds of light where whispers become echoes of the unheard."

Along the path less traveled, the boundary blurs. Footsteps echo in
the void, their rhythm a pulse of life, a heartbeat amidst the stillness.
Listen closely, and let the wind itself guide you, unveiling secrets
stitched into the very fabric of the night.

Secrets untold, unravel in the breeze,
each breath a step into realms unseen.

Paths diverge into the unseen, leading to places where whispers
become legend. The veil of night shimmers, a promise of stories
waiting, longing to be embraced and spoken aloud,
their fading echoes becoming part of your own journey.

More stories in the margins
Songs sung by the wind
Veil of the Night