**Echoes of the Past**

In the quiet of forgotten halls,

Whispers linger, soft and clear,

Stories etched in ancient walls,

Of lives once lived, of love and fear.

Ancestral voices call my name,

Through the corridors of time,

Their struggles, joys, and silent pain,

Weave through bloodlines, thread by line.

Footsteps on a cobbled street,

In shadows that have slipped away.

The past, a mirror to behold,

Reflections of what once was true,

A lineage that we pursue.

Echoes of the past remain,

In every heart, in every vein.