Somewhere between dawn and dusk,
where the light bend echoes,
forgotten memories dwell…
Would you listen closely?
In the silence, whispers of the ancients,
the soft shuffle of leaves on time's forgotten shores.
They tell tales of moments unstepped,
of roads that branches in the shadows…
Reflections in Hidden Pools
A voice uncrystallized dances;
resonating within half-remembered dreams.
In this reverie, truth wrapped in mystery speaks:
"You were never lost, but wandering different paths…"
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