In the muted whispers of twilight, when shadows dance upon the edge of reason, there lies...
An old tale or perhaps a dream, of a river that flows but doesn't carry, where the stones...
The forest, thick with memories unremembered, breathes the mist and sighs a melody of...
Upon this path, I found a key that does not unlock, yet its presence suggests a door...
murmurs of the unseen echoes of whispered truths