Time drapes itself in twilight, sublimely eternal; outcomes cloaked in whims of shadows.

Amber wishes guard the secrets—voices drift like phantoms across endless corridors of thought.

What lies beneath the oscillating rhythm?

Secrets fractured, as soft dogma eclipses fleeting moments.

Resurrection of the whispered echoes—half-formed lunacies arise:

Frost-laden petals sing ballads unchained.

Quoth the winds—could you retrieve that long-buried star?

Ethereal meadows awaken memories too fragile to hold—inscriptions frozen in plans untraveled.

The canvas of both past and future slides like glass before actualization...