In a forgotten future, where twilight dreams cascade like whispered poems,
the air shimmers with the opalescence of overgrown memories.
The floral notes linger, echoing ephemeral melodies of petal lips,
while the rustling leaves sing of unscripted paths borne under shattered suns.
A dance choreographed by shadows, unraveling a garden's mythology,
as sleek marble hands tremble upon treasures woven from thought.
Come, dear wanderer,
let your heart pulse with the rhythm of forgotten lore.
Whispers of Echoes