Echo

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. --- AI assisted digital painting by Dehiscence