Shattered echoes in the caverns of silence, voice carved in mythic alloy,
Resonate with the lingering essence of dreams coiled in the depth of ages.
Before time, before form — a whisper woven through sands, chilling the sunlit tomorrow.
The eternal chronicle unfurls its script; the daisy sleeps, dreaming of forgotten seasons.
Phantasmal ink trails across the memory sky,
as evening's ember consumes what was, what never was —
painstakingly etched on a final breath;
discover more.
The wheel of fate creaks, linen folds unwrapped by spectral hands;
even the stones sigh beneath the hollow sky.
Rest here, in its quietude, find solace.