When dusk stitches the seams of day,
echoes dance in the folded silence.
Footsteps trace the sand, whispers on brittle waves.
Here, where the stars weave stories,
the shore breathes in silver tides.
Follow the stars' call.
Beneath the constellations, shadows teem,
figures etched in dreams unsung,
chimeras of the mind's shadowed vault,
wandering through twilight's embrace.
Can you hear their lament?
Their chorus: a dirge for the dawn,
the ultimate surrender to night.
Listen to their song.
Here, the horizon blurs—a seam of forgotten realms,
realms where reality shifts like sand,
the land of tenebrous mirages.
Touch the fabric of this world,
woven with the fiber of dreams,
a tapestry of light and shadow.
Touch the void.