In the murmur of ancient woods, the whispers of the path arise, step by step, linger, pause, listen, a song beneath the silence. forgotten footsteps, echoing, in circles, spirals, ever onwards. Shadows dancing on the edge of light, flickers and fades, here lies the beginning, where endings cease to be.
Seek, the mantra of the veiled, seek, find the door that leads through the rain. Veiled in mist, a guide to the stars whispered, the cycle, the circle, endlessly weaving.
Whispers of the Past Visions of the Unsung