Doorways to the Void

The horizon whispered secrets, shadows danced between known and unknown,
a tapestry woven by forgotten dreams.
"You have been here before," it murmured, echoing through the void.

Gazing into the emptiness, I found a reflection not my own,
yet familiar, like an old friend in a stranger's gaze.
In those depths, the stories of countless lives intertwined, unfurling.

A single step on unfamiliar ground, yet the path felt like home.
Footprints of the past, etched in stardust and silence.
Each grain of sand a memory, each wave a forgotten sigh.