Dancing with the Dusk

In the velvet cradle of twilight, the stars weave silent sonnets— celestial tales unravel in whispers stitched onto the fabric of night.

A fragrant bouquet of shadows stretches across the horizon, where echoes of sunlit laughter dissolve into the embrace of somber clouds.

Do you hear it? The siren song of the evening breeze, calling forth phantoms of a yesteryear untold.