In the static lull of untold stories,
where murmurs breathe between the words,
whispering landscapes unfold.
The oak knows names of those who pass,
they're etched in its bark,
forever silent in their echo.
Visit The Unseen Paths
Stars map their secrets on night’s canvas,
but the constellations are wrong,
fragments of a forgotten sky.
Discover Abandoned Realms
Through transverse tendrils of time,
echoes scatter across brittle glint,
each fracture a memory, unsaid.
Float to Floating Chronicles
These landscapes are not seen, only heard,
in the spaces where silence festers
and whispers become echoes of eternity.