In the dimming glow, shadows of yesterday whisper secrets into the cool evening air. Each echo is a fragment of time, fading with the light but resonating with a truth known only to those who listen. The road stretches ahead, an uncertain path illuminated by the glow of memories and forgotten dreams.
How long have we walked this road? Each step is a story, each footfall a note in a symphony of solitude. Alone or together, it doesn't matter. The fading light knows no companions. It is both an end and a beginning, wrapping around us like an old friend bidding farewell.
Beyond the horizon lies a dawn unseen, a promise wrapped in the mists of time. Will it be brighter, will it be different? Or will it echo the fading light we leave behind? For now, we walk, and the whispers guide us onward to where the earth meets the sky.
Perhaps, in this twilight, we find ourselves. Perhaps not. But as the light fades, we remember the echoes.