The Whispering Edge

It was on the rim of the world, where the stars brushed against the horizon, that I met the Keeper of Ages. She wore a crown spun of twilight and spoke in a language that belonged to the rustling cosmos.

Silently orbiting memories of the past and future, I saw her weave threads of time into tapestry-skies. The hues shifted from burnt umber to aqua dreams as she beckoned me closer.

Once, I walked beside a river of sands, golden and timeless, where the sun and moon forged an eternal truce. It was a place where days folded into nights with no beginning or end. I plucked stars from the sky and scattered them across sleeping shores—each one a vessel of forgotten songs.

Another whisper took me to a market of shadows, where traders dealt in echoes and remnants of things once lived. There, I bartered for a glimpse of tomorrow's dawn, catching it within a crystal vial that shimmered like liquid light.

Echo of Tomorrow Cascade of Memories