In the land where shadows weave colors of forgotten yesterdays,
echoes of whispers trail the wind, binding intentions lost in starlight.
Through vale of memories untold, where sing the phantoms of once echoes,
wanderers trace the footsteps of ancients who left but a half-spoken truth.
And in these murmurs, the moon's shy smile illuminates
a script unwritten, a dance of whispers upon the edge of horizon's veil.