whispered thoughts... I am in the labyrinth of paths unchosen, where each step leaves an imprint only felt by the shadows.

echoes fade... dreams fragment and recombine into a kaleidoscope of wishes, wishes that never were nor will be.

silence embraces everything that is unsaid, that lingers on the edge of this pathless expanse... like dew on morning grass.

did you hear it? the distant echo of forgotten names, scrawled in invisible ink across the annals of time.