In the depth of night,
where echoes whisper secrets
only shadows know,
the silhouettes dance.
Each movement, a trace
of forgotten light,
an invisible sun's path,
wandering the sky.
enter the mist
We walk beneath these
ancient storytellers,
the twilight actors,
casting myths with
hands empty and full,
innumerable origins spill
upon the stardust floor.
leave your mark