In the heart of fleeting echoes, a chrysalis cocoon of scents, time weaves its unraveled threads.
The mists rise, whispering secrets of the stars, an orchestra of shimmer stirring within the veil.
Voices of forgotten dreams emerge, intoxicated with moonlit reverie and luminescent sighs.
Listen closely to the soil's murmurs, those conversations weave softness into paths untread.
Through the Amethyst Gate Upon Unheard Tides