In the heart of a forgotten whisper,
where time melts into the corners of reality,
the past breathes softly,
echoing through the corridors of the mind.

Shadows dance with unseen hands,
weaving tapestries of twilight dreams
where words are stitched together
from the threads of recollection.

Listen to the echoes
Follow the light
Return to abstraction

A carousel spins silently in the fog,
its horses made of moonlight and mist,
carrying thoughts that drift away like
smoke in the dawn's embrace.

In this landscape of infinite endings,
a single step traces the circles inside
the circles, until only the spirals remain.

Enter another reality
Voyage through memories
Paths of the endless