The crimson dawn whispered secrets of the storm,
Patterns danced upon the frozen shore.
Did we ever believe in myths woven by the rainbow?
It was there, hiding in the breadth of the horizon.
Illuminate wrecked corridors of intertwined fates.
Unlock the stories beneath the wardrobe,
where shadows sketch memories long gone.
Echoes of laughter linger softly, like dreams deferred,
in the vacuum of time once wandered.
Find solace in golden whispers at this sanctuary.
Ravaged by storms of thought,
the pages turned, unraveling mysteries.
Was it the wind that sung our fate?
Or the soil beneath that felt the weight of our silence?
Pursue the ethereal dance to brighten the cycle.