Mythic Dreams in Echo

In the shaded hallways of consciousness, where whispering echoes clutch fragments of forgotten legends, the dreams unravel. They twine through fingers clasping both day and night, singing mellifluous tales that dance across the sky.

The world above is a quilt of constellations, stitched by old hands that knew how to breathe stories into mundane skies. Paths less trodden linger beneath each star, suspended by gossamer threads of reflection.

Walk with the shadows for a while, heed the sound of the ancients in every sighing wind, for there you may find the silenced wings, resting amid time's whispering embrace.

Dreams are locked in a vault of sunlight and shadow, each echo a reminder of paths wandering lost in the weave of nights. Does the dawn know their names?