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.