In the sanctuary of time's gentle embrace, where languid shadows dance upon the walls,
an echo resides, woven into the tapestry of whispers.
The ethereal murmurs cradle memories, once vibrant, now cloaked in the mists of yesteryears.
Lost within the labyrinth of forgotten realms, the echoes of ancient songs reverberate,
carrying tales of forgotten dreams and half-remembered lore.
Each note a step upon a path of light and shadow, tracing the dance of celestial bodies
across the void.
In the gardens of the soul, flowers of silver and gold bloom in the moonlight,
their petals shimmering with the whispers of forgotten stars.
The fragrance, a symphony of time eternal, lingers in the breath of the cosmos.