Cacophony of silence reverberates
through the hollow temple of forgotten musings.
Starlight hangs like dew on cobwebbed thoughts,
while shadows carry whispers of twilight dreams.
The clock ticks within a shell of illusion,
echoing the heartbeat of ancient whispers.
A parchment tucked within the folds of time whispers,
revealing the delicate secrets that dance
just beyond the fringes of consciousness.
Echoes, they say, never truly vanish; they simply wait,
tucked away in the stardust of forgotten realms.
Benediction's Relic