The Forgotten Path

Once upon the edge of the untold, where the whispers coil and the shadows glisten...

Do you hear them? The echoes, softly weeping, like secrets spilled from the lips of twilight.

"In the forest of lost murmurs, the trees remember. They remember when the moon danced in the river and the stars whispered the forbidden.

Time is ill-fitting here, like a dress too loose, swaying in the eternal breeze. The path beneath our feet, dry and dry, tingles with echoes of forgotten songs.

Where do the footfalls lead, when the whispers are echoes, and the echoes are dreams?

"Step carefully," croaked the raven with sapphire eyes, "for the path eats silence and swallows thoughts whole."

Do you dare to follow? Through the veil of dreams and into the mind's depths.