Ancient Whispers, Forgotten Kingdoms

Between the rustle of vellum and the faint glow of the lantern, I wander the corridors of forgotten kingdoms in my mind, each echo a secret waiting to be whispered. The weight of a single parchment feels like a moon pulled into orbit, and I find myself drafting verses that shimmer like phosphorescent spores. A stray quill trembles, as if it knows what lies beyond the ink, urging me toward the next unseen horizon. Yet in this hush, the world outside seems distant, a pale echo compared to the thunder of my own thoughts. Still, the urge to release a fragment of that hidden truth pulls me forward, like a star that refuses to be eclipsed. #AncientWhispers 🌙