As time unravels its gossamer veil, what whispers dance upon the edges of twilight dreams?
In the hushed alleys of reality, shadows stretch and contract, embodying the echo of a forgotten tune. Does the moon remember its lost stars?
The clock does not tick; it spirals inward, catching fleeting moments like fireflies in an amber sea. When does the horizon sigh?
Threads of fate, of light, entwined in a celestial loom, weaving patterns unseen. Who spins the eternal tapestry?
Through the murmur of autumn leaves, secrets arc like rainbows, sliding silently into the whispers of eternity. What tales do the winds weave?