Through The Oblivion

The murmurs of the forgotten corridors whisper through the veil, voices echoing in places where time fingers never touch, woven into the fabric of what nearly was. Pathways unfurl beneath the fog, winding through a tapestry of fragmented dreams and lingering echoes. Here the clocks have ceased their eternal march, leaving only the soft sighs of the past, murmuring secrets lost to the annals of wakeful dawns.

In the silence, shadows form and reform, births of light and shape, phantoms of what could have been. Memory drips from the walls like dew, forming pools reflective of light unseen. Steps lead to doorways that open unto otherness, where sunbeams dance on the edges of oblivion.

Gossamer threads of thought thread through consciousness, waves upon an ocean made of silk. Let your gaze linger upon the surface, where silent harmonies weave through the strands, a duet of light and darkness, and the promise of the unreal.

Pale reflections cast upon the ether, search for meaning among the signs, the relics of time immemorial. A glance askew, and your world is distorted into prisms, shimmering shards that speak of the ineffable unknown.

Whispers Beyond the Veil
Shards of Forgotten Dreams