Beneath the twilight canopy, a voice reverberates, not heard, but felt — like the kiss of faded dreams upon unwritten tomes.
The mist waltzes lightly over the cobblestones, concealing tales of shadowed sojourners, realms untouched by daylight's fickle touch.
The domed sky springs monumental stars to witness this wanderer's chase of fleeting silhouettes. Their secrets weave untold sagas, as raindrops whisper Gothic sonatas to the cobwebs and moss.