The moon weeps silver tears
upon the forgotten trails
where voices of yore entwine
with the scent of fading jasmine.
Step lightly, for the ground speaks
secrets held by wandering stars
and the nightingale's heart
beats in rhythm with your shadow.
Do you hear the clamor of dreams?
A symphony of broken echoes
dancing in the hallways of madness,
unfurling the tapestry of forgotten realities.
Continue your journey: