The mist rolls in like a familiar blanket, folding the world into its soft embrace. From here, truths murmur through the haze, threading between the shadows and embers of light flickering on distant pasts.
"Time whispers its secrets, and only those patient enough to listen can discern the melodies hidden in the rhythms of the night."
Each step along the path reveals etchings in the soil, footprints of dreams. Dreams that once clung to the cloak of night only to dissolve with dawn's gentle insistence.
The Silent QuiltAnd what of the echoes? They speak of journeys undertaken and yet to be. Their voices are a soft chorus, woven strands of what was, and what may yet come.
Echoes of Shadows