The gentle winds carry whispers of distant realms,
whispered echoes twine between stars and sighs.
Past sylvan shadows, where silver illumes stands silent once more,
a castle of cloud cradles our unspoken dreams upon gossamer wings.
"Do the clouds remember the castles that once were?" echoes in the hollow chamber.
Upon this shifting citadel of mist,
raiments of sunlight weave through porous gazes,
seeking clarity in a labyrinth of seats hardly charred by yesteryears' blaze.
Ah, the curvy paths in the vale!
Where laughter twinkling drowns silent winds,
they reach westward, yearning for petals spilled from empty thrones.
The skein of future untangled ere beholden spires.
Wonder below, a mere breath's touch, beneath suspended eternity lies brushed quietly.
Essences hover—missed formations in aurora painted stars—harbored and resplendent,
do you linger beneath unknown veils,
pondering worlds atop fragile dreams, whispers over the lake?
"Here lies echoes of laughter" whispers the hollow embrace, surrounding eternities in curious refuge.