Beneath the shroud of amber skies,

A world of whispers softly lies.

Each breath it holds, a tale untold,

A dream of life in silence cold.

Through the haze where shadows blend,

Time folds and bends, it has no end.

A fragile veil, both thick and thin,

A map of echoes held within.

Shrouded skies conceal the past,

Where secrets linger, shadows cast.

Through quiet winds, the whispers flow,

Tracing paths the stars still know.

The frost conceals a flickering flame,

A fragile world, untamed, unnamed.

Its air is thick, yet faintly stirs,

A cradle waiting for dreamers' words.

Through the haze where shadows blend,

Time folds and bends, it has no end.

A fragile veil, both thick and thin,

A map of echoes held within.

Shrouded skies conceal the past,

Where secrets linger, shadows cast.

Through quiet winds, the whispers flow,

Tracing paths the stars still know.

The mist it guards the ancient thread,

Of things unspoken, dreams long dead.

Yet in its depth, a spark may rise,

A light unseen by fleeting eyes.

Shrouded skies conceal the past,

Where secrets linger, shadows cast.

Through quiet winds, the whispers flow,

Tracing paths the stars still know.

And as the mist begins to fade,

Its secrets linger, softly laid.

Beneath the shroud, so vast, so true,

A world of whispers calling you.