Echoes of the Unseen
In the shadowed corridors of yesterday
where whispers weave through the silence,
I found remnants of forgotten whispers,
stories etched in echoes beneath open skies.
A whisper to the wandering soul:
21g:(#{* an encrypted note, a guide to the unseen,
unravel its lines, let light breathe into the shadows.
Reflections are mirrors of the mind's eye,
revealing truths that time concealed,
yet in the shadowlands, everything is bare,
a canvas painted with sighs and glowing secrets.
Symbols in the sand,
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they speak of paths not taken, roads ensnared,
follow the whispers, they know the way home.
Pause and listen, the heart knows the echo's name,
listen to the brave silence between thoughts,
there lies truth in every echo's embrace,
a solitude richer than a thousand voices.
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