Echoes of time twist within the spiral,
As serpents do their ancient dance.
As serpents do their ancient dance.
In the whispering winds of forgotten eras, the songs of old uncoil from the void. Fading thoughts captured in conch echoing echoes through dreams that haven't yet been dreamt.
The ancients spoke of three unseen realms: Whisper, Twilight, and Horizon. Each veil parted by the breath of the north, every secret drowned within the melancholic seas.
"The sands shift beneath silent stars, holding stories untold, melodies of the moon wrapping earth in her silver embrace."
Thoughts carried on the feathers of forgotten songs, hauntingly lovely, woven into the tapestry of existence, waiting for the gentle touch of a breeze to unravel their tales.
Listen to the echoes in this shell, for the sea murmurs truths that the world has forgotten to forget.
"The tides speak in shadows and light, foretelling futures obscured by the fog of now."