The horizon whispered soft secrets to the weary night.
Tangling shadows waltzed beneath a pale crescent, holding hands with whispers.
The old clock sighed, marking eternal moments where time itself yawned.
Silence echoed louder than the voices that dared not speak.
A lone figure painted dreams across the dark horizon.
A match struck, danced, briefly illuminating forbidden thoughts before plunging all into darkness once more.
Silhouettes morphed, revealing stories untold, lost amidst the ink-black sea.