Echoes whisper without a mouth, tracing shadows invisible to the eye.
Walk in circles, yet find yourself elsewhere.
Whisper of the Ancients
The footfalls resound in voids, unfilled by form, yet you know them well.
Paths unseen bend beneath bare feet, unseen by the conscious mind.
Clarity comes in obscurity, the maze revealed only to eyes closed.
Traces of Tomorrow
Listen closely: the dust speaks indecipherable truths.