Refract: Echo Dance

In the caverns of once-bright days, where sunbeams lost their way,
a whisper breathes: "We were here, once, in colors vibrant and true."

Shadows dance to silent music, notes forgotten in the sediment,
and through the cracks of memory, emerge traces of laughter.

"Where are the echoes now?" a voice asks, unseating the dust,
as histories sleep in their fossilized beds, unturned and still.