The clock chimed twice,
the echo lingered like a forgotten promise
embalmed in stillness.
Starlit shadows danced on the cobblestones,
each flicker a silent scream
lost beneath the theatre's heavy velvet drapes.
A lone violin wept softly
as the world spun away,
untangling the dreams
woven through moonlit sighs.
In this era's cracked mirror,
the past murmurs tales
that never were,
echoing in the void’s whisper.
Where do shadows wander
when the light fades,
clutching at fragments
of a dimension lost in dusk?