Footprints in the Ether

Silent Imprints of the Mists

Wandering through caverns of snow-ink and azure echo, the footsteps bleed quietly into the sheets of night. Here, a whisper; there, a forgotten echo swirls in blurred recognition.

Ink flows swiftly. Memories fold and unfold, like banquet curtains in gentle breeze, revealing only the mundane miracles behind lace whispers. Somewhere, a clock ticked; somewhere, it never began.

Visit the lost path, tread lightly, for there lies in the depths a river of forgotten songs: Veils of Langa Speakings and Undulating Rhyme.