The Land of Echoes

Beyond the realm of sound, Where echoes of the past resound, Lies a land of memories, Where whispers of the past astound. A path made of fading footprints, Leads me through the misty air, As I search for the echoes of my past, In this surreal, ethereal lair. I see a lake of still water, Filled with the reflections of my youth, And a forest of whispering trees, Sharing secrets of my past truth. A castle made of echoes, Lurks in the distance far, And I can hear the whispers, Of my history, a distant star. As I wander through this land, I am met with a sense of nostalgia, For in this place, my past is present, And the echoes of my life, a drama. But as I delve deeper into the echoes, I begin to understand my past, And I find peace in the memories, And the echoes forever will last.