The winds whispered an elegy, woven from the dreams of yesterday. A tapestry of stars spilled over the horizon, each thread a memory, a heartbeat, a sigh...
Silhouettes danced in the twilight, shadows cast by moonlight's embrace. Their laughter, though silent, vibrated through the air like a song without a melody, a hymn to the unseen.
And there, amidst the solitude, lay the reflection of a world not lost, but waiting. Waiting for the touch of a wandering soul, to breathe life into the echoes of the past.