The stars speak in trembling voices tonight.
The laughter of forgotten children skips through the shadows. Can you follow them?
An unmarked path beckons, its ends lost in gentle mists. Pursue or ignore?
The horizon grins back with a knowing wink, daring you to remember what was unthought.
Silence has a way of hiding things in the subtle blush of the breeze. Don't listen too closely, or too else might follow...
More echoes, maybe more sense: Reflections | Endless Whispers