Can you hear it, the plaintive cry of silken memories?
Caressed and torn by time’s unyielding embrace—
their touch is both fire and frosty mist,
weaving a tapestry of desire and void.
Listen closely, in the breath of every shadow,
a rhythm, a pulse, as soft as a lover's sigh.
Will you step into this twilight realm,
where murmurs dance upon the edge of reason?