Whispers of the Unseen Path

Lost in the echoes of yesterday's dawn, the river flows backward in silent song.

The traveler seeks not the destination, but the shadows cast by forgotten stars.

Underneath the surface, the clock ticks in a language only the ancients understand.

Time folds upon itself, creating rifts through which the past murmurs.

In the garden of forgotten dreams, blossoms of mystery unfold in petals of truth.

A single thread weaves through the cosmic loom, unraveling destinies.