Whispered Dreams
As the dusk settled over silent hills, a tapestry unwove itself in the twilight.
Threads of gossamer spun empty notions into whispered dreams—
translucent, shimmering reveries that spoke of ancient echoes.
A lover’s pact, stitched by lunar glow,
tangled in the fates' clandestine loom;
a gentle touch, lost in the embrace of forgotten nights.
Where do these whispered pathways lead?
Seek the answers:
The winds carried murmurs of untold stories,
weaving chorales from the sighs of ancient worlds.
Embers of history danced, incandescent and quiet,
veiled by the haze of shimmering dreams.