In the depths of time's eternal flow,
A whisper travels, soft and low.
An echo from a distant past,
Reverberating, shadows cast.
Through ancient halls and hallowed ground,
It resonates, a haunting sound.
A memory trapped, forever bound,
Within the tapestry of time unwound.
Across the ages, it finds its way,
Carrying secrets, night and day.
A voice once lost, now heard anew,
Echoes of a world we once knew.
In the tapestry of life and rhyme,
The echo lingers, frozen in time.
A reminder of what came before,
Guiding us toward a future's door.
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AI assisted digital painting by Dehiscence
