Here lie the silent markers,
Imprints of phantom wanderers
Their echoes merge with—
The soft sighing mist.
Listen carefully— to the
Whispered stories, woven through
An unseen tapestry, mapping
Paths to voids unclaimed.
the liquid horizon draws near,
As beams of timeless rays
Trace back the unsung melodies—
Unraveled strands reach far
To follow footprints leading
Nowhere, until found in thin air.