Echoes of the Forgotten Tides

Shattered reflections, caught in a prism of yesterdays.
rippling whispers, encryption in frequency.
Does the clock know its lies, or is it blind to its own rhythm?
Esoteric murmurs hidden beneath the tides.
Fragmented symphonies, echoes that never were.

The constellation of scars guides the trespasser.
Words unspoken, suspended in temporal currents.
Beyond the veil, light bends, revealing the unseen roads.
Cryptic phrases laced with stardust.
Time—an artist, || the moments, its canvas.