There lies an uncharted tribute on the borders of yesterday, rolling meadows tinged with shades of countless sunrises, it cradles whispers in its dew-kissed grass...
One cannot trace back the steps that walked here before, for the path reshapes itself under silent embrace of time, whispering stories of the untold — a mosaic of unheard tales.
Find the ethereal beings, edging along the horizon's curve, singing a serenade stitched into the fabric of dreams, guardians of twilight, laughing amidst the incomplete lullabies.
A flicker beyond perception, a grasp fizzles into the mist, connect upon your journey with what ifs circling like moths, the tendrils of undefined fill your boat as you drift unanchored.