A whisper, a flutter of leaves, corridors of silence stretching endlessly.
Once paths were taken, now only murmurs of those long departed, chasing shadows.
Listen closely, beyond the quiet stands a presence—eternal, unyielding. Shadows remember.
The soul's anchor, lost among echoes. Is it your voice or theirs you seek?
In the distance, footsteps—are you here or somewhere beyond?\ Follow the echo or drift in the quiet.
Beyond the grove lies paths unseen, where whispers take form.
Touch the unseen, a truth basking in stars—the whisper of stars.