The winds whispered secrets long buried in the abyss,
as I wandered down the misty trail towards obscurity.
Shadows danced with an eerie grace, their forms
flickering like the last breath of a dying flame.
My footsteps were the only living sound,
navigating through the spectral ruins of a forgotten world.
There, beneath the gnarled roots of ancient trees,
lay the words of a prophecy unwritten in the sands of time.
Faces appeared within the fog, their eyes1 like burning coals,
gazing into the very marrow of my being. Whispers
floated like forgotten lullabies, ensnaring the heart
with tendrils of forgotten love and despair.
As the twilight deepened, my reality fractured,
each shard reflecting a different truth, a different
memory, unraveling the fabric of what I once knew.
Where does the path lead? Perhaps it leads nowhere,
or perhaps it leads to places we’ve never dared imagine.