From the dust of starry twilight, songs unsung rise and weave
breadcrumbs across the shadows of time.
The Spire, she whispers—alive with echoes like restless
clouds sipping the moonlight through forgotten
corridors of silence and mystery.
Do you remember the tune that chased the whispering wind?
The melody of sighs cast adrift, drifting
into realms where winks of starlight
initiate cascades of shimmering
possibilities.
Join the dance with fading bells of an unseen tomorrow:
fading bells are
but soft memories of dreams gently unspooling their
veil. Navigate through fragments to unravel the mystique
imprisoned within nebulous realms.