Halo Incantations
In the depths of mirrored silence, where whispers of twilight linger,
a halo glides on the edge of truth and dreaming shadow.
Have you, in your endless reverie, found the luminous echoes?
Existence flows like a river beneath ice, frozen yet fluid in time’s grasp.
Step lightly, for the past shall rise, like phantoms of the gloaming mist.
And herein lies the weaving of destiny – not written, yet eternally whispered:
- Murmurs
- Lost stories lingering, waiting to be spoken amid forgotten halls.
- Flickers
- Moments in the flames of yesterday flick as transient stars.
Reflect in the endless corridors of choice:
Whispered Echoes vibrate with tales untold.
Mirage of Tomorrow promises illusions reimagined in shimmering haze.