In the dim corridors of a thought not yet spoken,
where echoes trace the footsteps of vanished dreams,
a tapestry of shadow and whisper unfolds;
the infinite winding of time's gentle grasp.
Curved paths lead into the embrace of the unknown,
each corner a promise, each turn a reflection,
mirroring the soul's journey through the dusk
of an unfinished narrative, weaving endlessly.
Beneath the watchful eye of a forgotten dawn,
the wheel of existence turns silently,
a clock without hands marking the passages
of those who wander, seeking the unseen horizon.
Consult the Oracle
Whispers Under the Moonlight