In the fissures of time's ornate mirror...listen closely as the drones of forgotten utterances beckon your presence to shadows uncast. A tale hangs in midair...
"\I linger,/ yet none find me\, here in the silted whispers of old windows past their rime\."
The gate creaks with fervent longing as it moans beneath starlit burdens... a path unfolds; follow through ghostly sighs.