Beneath the pallid shade of ancient oaks, where the murmurs of the past entwine, the traveler finds solace in roots steeped in age. The winds carry stories of forgotten paths and the spectral silhouettes of those who walked before.
Places Unseen: The labyrinthine streets of a city forgotten by time, illuminated by flickering gaslights. Shadows dance on cobblestones slick with the rain of nostalgia. Were you ever here, or else, are you that which never left?
"I walked with shadows, and we spoke of the stars; your breath is the darkness, my love, entwined in the ether between worlds." The phantom roads beckon, an invitation to rediscover the unknown and depart again into the mist.
Every step forward is a step back, a circle within spirals. The past and the future dwell in duality, forever entwined and ever waiting.