Beneath the echo of the dawn,
whispers unfurl like autumn leaves, fading
on the horizon's embrace. A veil of whispers,
stitched from the sunlight’s first breath.
Do you hear them?
They call, soft as the sigh of a forgotten song,
tales of realms untrodden, buried in the sky's
seamless tapestry.
Follow the flicker — they beckon,
through corridors of time, where echoes dance
on waves of silken twilight.
Touch the edge — where whispers
meet the sea, and the horizon kisses the stars,
a story unwinds, ancient and eternal.
The horizon whispers the truth of dreams,
scattered across the canvas of evening,
where all journeys begin and end
in the cradle of light's embrace.