At the crest of yesteryears' memories where whispers cling to shadows, the forgotten lights flicker. Caught in an eternal dance, they sway, luminous echoes of the timeworn past, calling for those who dare dream.
Once, beneath azure skies and endless vistas, they marked the paths of wanderers. A spectrum of luminescence, hinting at secrets woven into the fabric of dusk. Now? A melody, left half-spoken in the tongues of ancient souls.
You feel their tug, an unseen compass guiding your heart across the realms of thought and beyond the tangibly tangible. Futures intertwine with the deep sigh of history, engraved in the starry ether.
Listen to the breeze