Do the echoes know their origins?
In forgotten shadow lanes,
They unravel the silence,
Like winds’ symbiotic whispers.

You listen, only semi-detached... intertwined senses yielding revelations unknown.

A canyon submerged beneath soft currents,
Vibrations with mood of twilight confessions,
Ripple through the pages,
Left delicate by fingerprints unseen.

Amidst pathways of tangled reverie, voices mingle with memories...

Step deeper into corridorslights.html, where encounters entangle reminders.

Unravel the maze once more || Crimson ink trails