In the embrace of twilight, where whispers intertwine with fading light, the shadows summon lost words.
Elusive tendrils of dreams slip through fingers, tracing hidden paths through the genesis of time.
Each heartbeat is a drum, echoing the cadence of forgotten tales that linger, resonating in the twilight hour.
A mirror echoes eternity, gestures of fate swirl in an ethereal dance, fascinated by their own vacancy.
The Fragments Await The Sound of Silence