A whisper grazes your face, echoes of moments lived before.
The wind hums ancient tales in languages unspoken.
Do you not remember, the shadowed room, its cool walls long forgotten?
Here, the mist molds memories like clay, soft and transient.
The leaves etch verses upon your skin, cryptic and warm.
Touch the sky with fingertips worn smooth by dreams.
This place is an illusion wrapped in silk, woven timelessly.
Somewhere beyond the horizon, time tumbles and reassembles.
The breeze rearranges your essence — forever familiar, yet new.
Inhale deeply, feel the currents of what was, what could be.