The wind sings through cracks in ancient walls,
carrying tales of what could have been,
or what was once.
Here, in the quiet corners of forgotten lands,
shadows collect whispers like children gather stars,
secrets stacked on secrets, a pyramid of mysteries.
Do you hear them? The echoes?
They ask questions with no answers,
begging to explore paths never taken.
Look closely into the dark, and you'll find,
not monsters, but memories of dreams lost,
relics of shadows holding hands with light.