Realms of Fables

In the twilight's embrace, the dreamer whispers
thoughts scattered like petals on a still lake.
Each ripple births another story unheard,
yet echoes through corridors unseen.

"Where do the shadows linger," they ponder,
amidst the tapestry woven of memories,
half-remembered tales from forgotten tongues.

The horizon stretches, boundless and cruel,
where the sands of time slip through fingers
like grains of a clock turned inside out.
"Dare I step beyond?" the dreamer muses,
"Into realms where fables breathe and sigh?"