Beneath the earth's gentle sigh,
in layers the world forgot.
The well speaks, a hollow voice echoing through
the quiet of restless stars.
Hidden paths, woven in twilight mist,
weave stories unseen and unfelt,
whispers of eons—cryptic, melodic,
caught on the breath of the gloaming.
Echoes of the Void —
listen as they undulate,
carving canyons in silence.
Uncaptured Time —
a river flowing backward
where moments steal breath from eternity.