In the quiet linger of the evening air,
shadows dance to a forgotten melody.
Encoded stories, etched upon memory's skin,
unravel in cryptic whispers.
An hourglass tiptoes on the precipice of eternity,
grains of sand slip stealthily through its grasp,
each grain a universe of lived moments.
Tread lightly, for these echoes breathe,
reflections from realms unseen,
or heard only by those who listen.
Pathways through Silence
Remember to remember not to forget,
where the light meets the dim,
a veil thins to a whisper,
allowing access to the Elysian Vault.