epoch slipping through fingers like grains of sand
melodies played in reverse unravel the fabric
humming backwards is not reaching for tomorrow
but finding yesterday lodged in the bones
a shade of midnight
where whispers crack the skies
and broken clocks pulse
relentlessly forward in a backward world
do you remember the time you didn't exist?
echoes walk a fine line between what is
what was and what could have never been
Travel the Forgotten Paths
Whispers of the Hidden
Unspoken Glories