Within the velvet drapes of night's eternal embrace, whispers echo like forgotten lullabies. They speak of trails untouched, destinations unseen.
The horizon bends, revealing not the dawn, but the dusk of beginnings. Each step upon the gravel of time maps its way into eternity.
Words become symbols, and symbols stories, as threads of reality entwine in mystic tapestries. Decode, dear traveler, for it is beneath the moonlit haze that the truth lies.