Phantom footsteps linger, fleeting echoes of spectral thoughts resound.
Glass than echoes; ghosts drift within mist-clad corridors of abandoned dreams.
Distant laughter carries like the last breath of twilight’s embrace.
Consider this: the shapes of your forgotten wishes.
Time, a magician, slipping unnoticed through the folds of consciousness.
Circlete the gossamer threads: understanding lingers in shadows.
Explorations await in the fractured realms of forgotten echoes.