Within the whispering trees of forgotten glens, I once heard the voices of the ancients. They sang tales of untamed paths and starry skies, urging my feet to dance upon the dust of dreamers' roads.
The endless horizons call me still, with their bittersweet promise of tales untold. Oh, but how the sands of time slip through eager fingers, each moment’s cherished warmth fading like a sunset's farewell.
As tides of memory swell, I find the silent echoes of laughter in the corridors of my mind. They mingle with the anthems of nostalgia, a symphony played upon the heartstrings of moments that flicker like stars in the distant past.
Join me on this perpetual sojourn, where memories anchor us to places unseen, yet deeply felt. Together, let us chase horizons hand-in-hand with the ghosts of our own yesterdays.
Beyond the Realm