On a cobblestone path, shrouded in dusk's embrace,
whispers weave stories of air and remembrance.
Shadows playing upon the wall, a forgotten cathedral
murmurs secrets to those who dare to listen.
In a field untouched by the modern hand,
the voice of an elder calls out,
"Follow where the stars once danced,"
"In circles woven from night’s deep fabric."
Etchings on the bark of an ancient tree,
the language of dreams and buried hopes,
testify to the passage of souls
finding solace in the embrace of the eternal.