In the dimming light of wandering hours, echoes strike the chords of an afterlife dream. Legend have apricious tides, woven only by strings of cosmos unheard.
Often, I see your shadow upon the mist, an ephemeral dance upon the sea's lip. Speak to me in rhymes woven of these smooth, argent streaks from moments passed.
Whispered through the fog, riddles seek the heart's incline. Breath of the ancients on the skin, a path is drawn within. Listen closely, for the winds carry tales: Echo Perception, Veil of Stars.
Take heed, for the threads cradle souls within silken webbing, both musky and hidden amorously. Ominous patience, in exquisite loss. Fear not to stray through the shimmering foliage unto imagined sanctuaries — Sacred Whispers.