The beguiling shadows intertwine, soft whispers beckoning, a delicate dance of decisions unspoken, echoing through the labyrinthine halls of eternal what-ifs.
Cascading veils upon twilight, their murmurs touch the hidden paths, where choices lie like silent sentinels, guarding realms of forgotten reveries.
Ephemeral echoes, a symphony of the unseen, they weave tapestries of futures unchosen, resplendent in their tireless cadence, sighing like a distant lullaby.