Twilight Glow

Celestial Murmurs

In the shifting shadows of the evening ascent, where the horizon coalesces into a void of familiarity and strangeness, I find remnants of thoughts left unspoken beneath the layers of reality's soft embrace.

Stars, like scattered memories, blink in a cascade of untruths and honest reflections, weaving the night sky's dream into the silken tapestry of time itself

Do they not whisper? Each luminescent flicker a murmur, contorted and wrapped around the cosmic stillness, forming layers upon layers of truths perhaps, glimpsed out of peripheral eye, or imagined even.

Listen. Hear the occasional laughter, a comet's tail trailing solace in its ephemeral descent, carving eternity upon the minds ashes. Truth? Illusion? The shimmering divide doth speak merry riddles as you wander this celestial labyrinth.