In the hushed luminescence, as secrets shimmer on frosty leaves,
a whisper grows, weaving through the breath of silence,

Echoes call, dances of light twirling amidst the unseen mist,
where paths of dreams weave fabric soft as twilight thoughts.

An invisible message rides the current of time,
glowing, lurking just beyond the touch of a curious hand.

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