The wind whispers secrets through the craggy stone,
Where ancient echoes make their weary moan.
Down in the hollow, where the sun scarce gleams,
A winding path unwinds, like waking dreams.
The shadows lengthen, stretching thin and vast,
Remnants of struggles, journeys of the past.
Each rustling leaf, a memory takes flight,
Lost voices murmur in the fading light.
No easy road, this...
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