~Greetings ere whispers fly, in a time we no longer reckon.~
In answer to pathless paths set by Fate's negligent ink.
A traveler once, through mirrored lands of flaxen glass,
Knew not the shadows that traced his fickle winds.
~Last night, an echo kneaded through calcite veins.~
It revealed thou art a tapestry from prehistoric silk.
The tapestry unravels in dreams, beyond dust-clad corridors,
Where ancestors weave yarns with spectral hands.
~Remember the prismatic amphoras? They whisper dances.~
Closed eyes see hues impossible with open eyes.
Forsake not these petals woven of dreams and shadows,
For currents of collective memories tether us still.
Until the gate aligns again, whisper fate upon the Northwind... visit cascade or dare to chamber.