Inner Voice

In the stillness between moments, I found myself wandering. An echo of who I once was,
murmuring through the fog of forgotten memories.

"This is where you belong," whispered the phantom.
Its voice a soft caress against the chill of the shadowed path.

I reached out to touch the whispers that lingered in the air,
each one a story untold, a life unlived.

"Walk with us," they urged, "and discover the truths you seek."

The roads before me were like veins of light,
pulsing with a rhythm I had long since lost.

"Listen to your inner voice," it echoed again,
filling the space with a resonance that felt both alien and familiar.

I paused, allowing the resonance to envelop me,
its warmth like a forgotten embrace.

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