The lantern flickers, shadows dance
and weave tales untold.
Listen close.
In the depths of dreams,
a whisper calls from
the edges of reason.
Cloaked figures in the
moonlight speak in
riddles, their voices
echoing through time.

A single drop
of midnight dew
glistens, poised
at the edge of
existence. The world
holds its breath.
Lurking shadows
cast their secrets
upon the soul,
inviting the
wanderer to
embrace
the faint
echoes
of a forgotten
realm.

Threads of perception
unravel, revealing
a tapestry of
whispers, woven
through the
silent
cortex of
memories.
Reverie unfolds
in whispers, the
soft touch of
the universe
revealing
itself
in
soft
shades.