"In the quiet corners where light dares not tread...
a whisper forms, curling like smoke,
echoing the footfalls of forgotten yesterdays.
Do you remember the scent of wild roses
brushing past your dreams,
as the stars blinked out like fragile promises?
Time, that patient thief
gathering hours like autumn gathers leaves,
forgets naught and forgives less.
Were you here when the moon sang
to the restless sea,
a lullaby bright enough to shatter silence?
Through the echoes, listen...
the voices of the ancients call
from the depths of eternity's fog..."