A gentle zephyr tumbles words across the folioed land, ink previously bound now to float phantasmagorically...
Do you remember the garments of sky that once whispered tender secrets?
Beyond the threshold of steel dreams, the echoing laughter of forgotten memories strays...
Step into the twilight tide, where every ripple is a sigh.
Sometimes, as you traverse the shifting shores of sound, you will find a quill anchored in time...
Breathing, like the rhythmic pulse of a sleeping lion, resonates the heartbeat of the quill wind.
Navigate through the pathless wonder and let quivering whispers guide you.