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[siren_echoes]

Here amongst these golden cliffs
Glowing otherworldly in the light of a feral moon,
Winding through ancient trees,
A wisp of mist, a ghost
A lost one
Breathes deeply of a life almost forgotten
A life swallowed by time
Drowned by tears long lost to a river
To the billowing ocean
Salt to salt
She remembers, but memory is but a dream
She asks the dancing wind, What is left?
Am I alone? she whispers, surrounded
By silent rock and gently swaying bough.
She wraps herself in a cloak of humanity,
Searching for purpose in a world changed
She dives into seas of art, flying wildly through
Currents of word and color and dream,
Seeking beauty
Seeking truth
Seeking life
Finding broken reflections