In a world where the sun folds into the horizon, A whisper we followed, an echo we traced— Footprints in the sand, leading nowhere, Stories of shadows, fading in the dusk.
Beneath the wall, labyrinths breathe, Each crack a tale, silent yet loud. Pulsing with longing, these monoliths stand, Keeping secrets of those who've sought passage.
Dreams in Landmarks speak, Oaths to sunken ships, Anchored in time, forgotten by tides. No solace by night, only mirage's path.
Listen closely, listen— For the whispers of footsteps, a silent choir, An orchestra of forgotten routes, a melody of brick and bone.
Narratives Unwritten, Knots in the fabric of day, All unsaid promises, written in light's edge, A canvas blank, each stroke a goodbye.
All roads diverge under twilight's veil, Yet none uncover the truth once more. Walls whisper secrets, alive, they see— Countless paths, and yet... only the void.