Time, the maiar shadow, grazes the surface of my memory, taking with it pieces of countless autumn leaves; lost whispers wrapped in darkness.
Where suns entombed themselves in sheets of mist, nostalgia dripped like raindrops into trembling pools. Faces blurred with phantom regret, destinies torn with tattered paper.
The wind howls a lament: "Echoed sorrows released to the void, so willingly do they spin and dance, as fate manifests, fleetingly ghostlike."
Your laughter, once a melody, now a dissonance settling within the silence, filtered through shards of yesterday. And yet, dreams are but a mere specter swaying in the currents...
Step into the spiral, embrace the shadows. My dearest echoes invoke you; take heed. Reality lies enmeshed within the haunting tones of forgotten days...