Here lies the fragment, eternal in whisper.

Remember not the names, for they've slipped deeper than the snow of memory.
Once a shadow danced here -- what became of it? Follow the echo.

Buried relics of what-was-once.

Beneath these stones, the tales wither in silence.
Ask the wind, yet it carries no answer – only dust. Hear the murmur.

Epitaphs carved in the void of time.

Resurrected only by the dreams of the fevered.
One hand stretches across the divide. Reach out.