In the hushed murmurs of forgotten topographies,
constancy whispers through the lines etched in paper.
A dance of rivers, mountains, roads, and valleys—
each curve a promise, each mark a memory.
Worlds within worlds, folding into themselves,
the maps breathe silently under layers of dust.
Constellations of paths chosen by shadows,
their stories unfold in the twilight's embrace.
Gaze into the labyrinth of your own reflection,
where north is not a direction, but a state of mind.
Follow the constellations painted in dreams,
and find solace in the unseen destinations.