In the amber glow of twilight, thoughts wander unanchored,
Their echoes tracing spirals through mist and half-formed dreams.
Silence carves paths where voices once echoed,
Leaving behind shadows of syllables unheard.
Ciphers entwine with the whispers of old trees,
Each leaf a story, a memory etched in the winds.
Look closely, and their dance becomes words,
Letters formed from the breath of the forest.
Echoes of Silence | Veil of Distant Whispers | Core of Solitude