In the flickering shadows, a truth ehands:
Deep whispers echo, waiting for stardust implosions.
An ember's glow does not speak,
Yet its light weaves stories of forgotten dreams.
Embers, light's silent waltz, dance upon the edge,
Where night meets an uncertain dawn.
A paradox, shrouded in evening's kiss...
The flicker holds, a promise unfulfilled, in time's embrace.