On the threshold, past the somber glow of the familiar
lies an echo ripe with the vibrance of secrets.
Fragments of twilight speak, carried by the restless breeze
as enthusiasm waltzes alongside the gentle shadows.
Shadows, not mere silhouettes, but harbingers of silent yet
vibrant movements; organisms on the verge of stories untold.
Dance with me in the fringes of light where it becomes
an exhilarating chase between brightness and the embrace of night.