The chime, it echoes in the corridor of remnants. Whispers entwined in golden threads, a tapestry of time suspended in breath. Secrets wrapped in amber—old, forgotten. The clock wears a crooked smile today.
No soul wanders where the path has veered from steeple stones. Holly leaves chatter above cobblestone mausoleums, bridging heaven with the forgotten. Beware the nymphs that sing in tongues unfamiliar past velvet curtains.
Loyalties lie enfettered by sheaths of faint light, undulating through forests made legible only to the seers. Seek not the path paved with moonshade unless prepared with jasmine bearer sandals.
In shadows your reflection twists, gilded by glimmers unseen. Embrace the flicker before dawn dissolves what breadcrumbs you have fashioned. Clouds unravel stories you cannot call yours alone.