Wander the endless, echoing halls where walls murmur dreams untold.
Trace the delicate, silken threads spun from voices of the forgotten epoch.
Dare the shimmering illusions that dance upon the hidden horizons of thought.
In shadows cast by eternal twilight,
glimmers of memories obscure take flight.
The path unwound, a fateful circle,
secrets entwined in echo's murmur.
Beyond the reach of fleeting time,
comes forth a passage, vast and sublime.
Fingers gleam with spectral touch,
draughts of mist reveal so much.
Linger not in the trembling seas,
where horizons blend ancient pleas.
Instead, wander in calm reserve,
to worlds unseen, led by their curve.