Empty Voice in Delta

Beneath the sprawling azure ceilings of Delta, a tentative murmur drifts onward, an emphemeral aquatic flow over forgotten riverbeds.
Shadows stain the sediment with traces of an iridescent past, haunting amidst the hazy twilight.

Have you felt it too? The tender caress of a leaf brushing against your memory, the whisper of a stream narrating your name as if it had always belonged to you.

Once, there were footprints, wrapped tightly with the dew and encircled by reluctant echoes.
Do remnants of voices, cloaked in resonance, converge here, in a dance of unspoken tales?

Pathway to Silent Echoes Joy of Abandon