Upon the waking dusk, where shadows play tag with the fading light, the roads become words and the words, whispers. Listen, if you dare, to the serenade of the forgotten echoes hidden within the labyrinth of thought:
"In the land of unknowing known, where the clock forgets to tick and the shadow dances in light unfound, there lies a path paved with silver thoughts and memories forgotten."
As you tread these corridors of unearthed memories, where each step resonates in symphony with the past and future intertwining, consider the fragile yet eternal threads that bind the cosmos.
Beneath the celestial canopy, where nebulae of the poet's mind paint the skies with ink unseen, a visitor may ponder the endlessness of roads and the ephemeral nature of time itself.