Fleeting echoes
whispers in the mist,
reminding one
of the unmapped paths
in forgotten realms.
Beyond time,
a chamber lies silent,
where breaths of stars
write stories
on the canvas of void.
Fragmented thoughts
drift like mist,
gathering in pools
of introspective dew,
waiting to overflow.
Touch the infinite
as dreams intertwine
with waking breaths,
the cycle begins anew.