Statues of forgotten clay
align in paradox, stitching tales
that echo back through silent voids.

Traces of their footsteps
halting, hesitant lines
cross the blank sea of time,

reflecting nascent whispers
- listen - they insist,
with dissonances borne
of unrecorded stories.

Collective shards
of transient destiny,
pooling illusions amongst waterwine streams.