In the quiet corners of existence,
the winds whisper secrets
of tangled journeys and forgotten realms.
Shadows dance in the absence of light,
obscuring truths in layers of mystery.
Does the shadow dream of wind,
or does the wind remember its shadows?
Such is the paradox of silent echoes.
A fleeting thought, a wandering memory,
intertwines with the relentless breeze,
leaving traces in the tapestry of time.
Beyond the horizon, unseen paths await,
where the whispered tales of the ancients
find solace in the embrace of fog.