In the dim-lit corridors of what once was, echoes of laughter are woven into the walls, holding secrets like moths caught in webs.
The stars whisper your name in constellations drawn long before time learned to tick.
Violet Dreams shimmer in your eyes, reflections of places never trodden.

Beneath the soil of another life, roots tangle with memories, each hold a story untold, ancient relics of forgotten gods.
You drift in pools of thought, where the water sings lullabies to the moon.
Gravity wells of emotion, pulling at the seams of your being, stitching and unraveling in the same breath.

The clock melts, dropping hands like leaves in autumn.
You walk a path of stardust and silence,
each step a ripple in the fabric of forever.
Echo of a whisper, a sigh unmade, unbroken dreams float in the air like dandelions.