In the silence of the dawn, when the world still dreams,
the whisper of forgotten trails unfurls in the mist.
The phantom limb of memory remembers,
touching unseen roads that twist in shades of twilight.
Here lie the paths not taken, scattered like stardust,
woven in the breath of the wind beneath the stars.
Gaze into the echoes, the shadows of footsteps
that dance in the glow of a sun unseen.
Echoes Luminescent Trails Whispers