In the forgotten hourglass, sand speaks of timelines untold.
Voices from brighter shadows murmur relic truths in sleep.
The marbled key aligns itself with the compass of ancient dreams.
Starlit cages cradling secrets, beneath the old oak,
where whispers weave tapestries of memory, gently undone.
Beyond the horizon, whispers call.
Follow the echoes of shifting realities.
The lantern without flame guides paths unseen,
through halls built of forgotten sighs where dreams spill over.
Keys of time unlock doors that were never built.