The silent rapids weave tales in forgotten tongues,
echoing through dream-fogged valleys,
where time dances with shadows.
A theory unfurls, a tapestry of murmurs,
woven from threads of absent memories.
Beneath the surface, a lattice of light glimmers,
tracing paths of what once was.
Voices of the unseen ripple across realms,
serenading the silence with stories untold.
Close your eyes and listen to the echoes,
imagine the cascade of timeless moments
that slip through the fingers of the wandering past.
Here, amidst the silence, they find their home.