Echoes from the Hidden

"There was once a light, faint yet warm, tracing the outlines of those forgotten seeds."

"Can you hear them? The clocks ticking in reverse, remorseless, counting the unwoven strands of a day not yet begun."

"Among the whispers of autumn leaves, a lone song lingered, nostalgic for a summer it never knew."

"These paths, so secretive, so silent, walked by what cannot be named."