Whispered Tales

The mind is a labyrinth, twisting and turning
through corridors of half-remembered dreams.
In every shadow lies a truth unspoken,
every corner hides a reality untold.

We walk these paths alone, seeking
not the end, but the journey within.
Listen closely, for the walls contain
stories that unravel when touched by thought.

In the solace of solitude, we find the whispers
of those who came before, tracing their fingers
along the threads of time, weaving tales
as ephemeral as morning mist.

Whispers of Forgotten Echoes