Shadows dance with the restless symphony of the wind, imperceptibly shifting. In these moments, one can hear the echo of forgotten voices. The night wraps around the soul like an age-old embrace—soft and unyielding. Beneath the crisp sky, all seems to pause.
Here, beyond the grasp of time, lies serenity, hidden in the folds of the mundane. Do you remember the first light you followed? It flickered like a dream unraveling thread by thread, each stitch a memory in the tapestry of night.
Walking these paths, whispers weave through your thoughts. They are not warnings, nor blessings, but simple companions. Acquaintances of light guiding you where their touch is elusive, yet tender. The ground beneath hums with stories unheard—roots intertwined, marking time's gentle passage.