The clockwork mind ponders: in whispers does the mist coil around thoughts forgotten?

Veiled truths in shifting shadows, the silk of time threads through gears unseen.
A solitary mantra echoes, woven tightly into the fabric of the night: "Embrace the unspoken whispers."

Acorns whisper to the stars, in the language of rust and amber leaves, a forgotten dialect of dreamers captured.
Follow the scent of lost melodies.
Et erunt

In the dance of silvered tides, solitude finds companionship in the mechanical waltz.
Do you hear the heartbeats of stars? They ask if you would journey further.