Here lies the echo of yesteryears, where voices quiver in the carbon-thin winds. Once vivid, these tales are now merely the dust on ancient parchment.
Weariness wraps around memories like fog around a lighthouse, obscuring the truths that flicker like distant stars. But in silence, they bide their time.
Reflect upon the unspoken. With pages faded by time’s touch, the stories wait for the gentle caress of kindred souls who dare enter.
The reminders linger closer like souls unseen. Each myth a mirror, each silence a sea.
Glance along pathways rendered invisible but felt – etched in the air, whispered to those who kneel beside the forgotten altar of imagination.
What resounds today in your mind, what else remains? Humanity’s symphony lost, saved, replayed.