Footprints in Mist

Morning mist veils the landscape, 
Softening edges, blurring boundaries. 
We step into the unknown, leaving traces— 
Footprints dissolving in the ethereal.
Where do these misty paths lead?
To forgotten cities, hidden realms? 
Or perhaps they’re portals to our own hearts, 
Inviting us to explore the uncharted.
We walk, guided by intuition, 
Chasing whispers carried by the fog. 
For in the mist, uncertainty becomes magic, 
And every step holds the promise of revelation.