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