Beneath the skyline washed by dusk's tender brush, Lies the chateau where shadows find their eternal dance. Whispering winds carry echoes of laughter, Interwoven with the melancholy song of night.
Once, beneath the vaulted skies, We wandered, hearts entwined with the stars, Tracing constellations across the oblivion of youth, Our dreams flickered like fireflies, ephemeral, free.
Now, only echoes remain, ghostly silhouettes, Amidst corridors lined with memories turned dust, The chandeliers of yesteryear weep silvered tears, Casting prisms on the dreams of tomorrows lost.
Step into the shadowed past, where whispers linger, And the walls remember those who once dared to dream. Echoes of Faded Lights await, as do the shimmering waltz of time itself.