In the twilight, where echoes fade,
the soft murmur of dreams, long lost.
Recall the melody,
a forgotten lullaby sung by shadows.
Beneath the abyss, silence reigns,
save for the symphony of fading stars.
Once, the horizon embraced us,
now we drift into the deep unknown.
The echoes linger, a breath away;
gently brushing the canvas of night.
In the void, we find solace,
a symphony that speaks without sound.