Whispers of the forgotten breeze serenade the leaves, a lullaby of fading memories, sculpted from echoes of yesterday's sun. Did the clock sing, or was it the wind churning through the empty corridors of the mind? Fragments, always fragments, dancing in circles around the core—an unyielding nucleus of silence.
When does the ocean embrace the sky? Only in dreams where the colors bleed into one another, painting symphonies on the canvas of the soul. Listen, closely, to the unspoken words that float above the stars, tethered to nothing but the gravity of musings unfulfilled.
Echo Hall dwell within deep stone chambers, Murmur of Winds tracing trails upon the sand, Unseen Paths forgotten when eyes shut in reverie.