In the silken embrace of velvet night, the ephemeral whispers of forgotten reveries dance upon the breath of the moon. Shadows play upon the tapestry of consciousness, weaving tales of dreams once lost, now meandering through the corridors of gentle oblivion.
Below, the river of time flows, a serpentine path of crystalline reflections. Do you hear the murmurs of past lives echoing from its depths, calling your name with the dissonance of familiar strangers?
To wander is to lose oneself in the labyrinth of one's own making, each step a note in a symphony of solitude and serenity. Embrace the shadows, for they carry the weight of untold stories, of lives unlived yet yearning for expression.
Walk with the echoes Sing the ancient song