In the silence of forgotten dreams,
where shadows weave through unseen seams,
the portal hums a song of old—
a tapestry of whispers untold.
Beneath the arches of time's embrace,
lies the echo of a lost grace.
Read the whispers.
Footsteps upon a path unseen,
traces of the in-between,
where the moon kisses the unseen light—
the dawn of twilight's flight.
Seek the realms beyond the door,
the echoing corridors of yore.
Chase the murmurs.