Here, in the unfathomable gloom,
silence descends like a whispered secret,
weaving through the filaments of time, echoing.
As the whispers of forgotten dreams
dance in spectral hues,
their reflections ripple softly,
illuminating paths once taken,
now veiled in the murk of yesteryear.
Beneath the vast stretches of solitude,
bioluminescent thoughts flicker,
transient sparks in twilight's clutch,
inviting introspection into realms
where silence cradles all light.