Phantom Relief, Relief of Phantoms

In hidden realms, the eternal footfall echoes softly, soothingly, through the mist. With every step, beneath layers of unseen weight, phantom figures appear and vanish like whispers through veils of night. "Echoes repeat, repeat the echoes," they seem to chant, voices gentle, haunting, ephemeral.

Shadows weave through spaces unseen, where the light dares not tread. Here, Presence and Absence engaging in delicate pas de deux, a waltz of specters in the sundered glow: The refrain persists: a sonnet written by the phantoms themselves, elusive, melodic, lost in the dance.