Dusk Dancers

As the sun dips beyond the horizon, the sky serenades the stars in melodies played in reverse. It’s a music that unravels time, inviting us to step back, to reconsider our dance. Footfalls echo on cobblestones, a syncopated rhythm between night and the whispering cosmos.

In such twilight moments, the air fills with tales untold. Simple stories of love letters imagined but never sent, of conversations with long-lost friends held in cafes long since shuttered. The dusk holds these memories tight, lulling them into existence with a gentle hand.