Upon the snake-like whispers of twilight,
where old secrets entwine and dance within dust,
a path unfolds embossed with stories untold,
sung by shadows who weave across a blackened vault.
Mirrored whispers linger,
each echo a soft-footed hourglass breaking,
its grains scattered—a thousand sighs
stretch paper-thin in the void,
yet hold a symphony within their dance.
The shadows reveal a hidden path...