Echoes of the Unseen
Through the mist, woven in time’s tapestry,
ghostly silhouettes drift, sculpted by whispers.
In shadows long forgotten, the voices hum and chant,
tales of what was, and what could never be.
A melody of half-formed dreams,
cascading down the spiral of eternity.
Touch the intangible, grasp the elusive,
and find truth in the spaces in between.