In shadows cast by flickering lanterns, jonquil threads weave memories lost to the moon's haunting sighs. Echoes wrap tightly, like the braids of fate, knotting somber stories into infinity.
The hollow eyes observe, where wandering does not end, only spirals ever deeper. Inscribed in cobwebbed corridors lies confusion—the entry into a circle unbroken.
What was knew nothing of bygone whispers, only the rustle of time in dry ink, colliding thoughts, draped in mirage. Lit lanterns bring forth phantoms of forgotten realms.