The realm shimmered, rippling beneath ethereal whispers,
sweeping my intentions like dust in the night,
as I walked with echoing footsteps in empty halls,
shadows tracing the outlines of once fervent dreams.
What have I lost? Or gained? The path diverges silently,
each choice a fragment of the self, strewn across vast voids.
Pale memories flicker like forgotten stars, embedding themselves
in the echoes that trail off, echo and echo and echo, until they wink out ...
Answer me ... perhaps there is no answer … odd choices, petty, poignant …
journey further ...