Deep in the folds of yesteryears,
Time wove secrets into the fabric of Silence.
Listen, for the whispers tremble here,
Among shadows that oscillate, singing.
"Once upon", they murmur, and "never again";
A tapestry unfurls—a tale of forgotten clocks,
where minutes dance in speedless circles,
unraveling the dreams that forgot to sleep.
Do you hear them?
The echoes of sentient parchment,
dreaming in glimpses, in loops,
in the pause between two heartbeats.
Here lies the door to every story untold,
carved by a breeze that knows all,
beyond the horizon of what was & what might be.