DIALOGUES OF THE UNSEEN
If only the night could echo the songs of lost constellations, then perhaps each step would flutter like the wings of an unseen Atlantean muse. Hush, listen beneath the murmur of your thoughts; there lies the whisper of forgotten symphonies.
"Have you seen the golden spider weave her web across the horizon? Each thread a memory — each droplet of dew a tear in the fabric of time..." I pondered as the twilight enveloped the city, a curtain dropping on the stage of reality.
The moon hummed a lullaby, its silver rays etching melodies on my eyelids. "We are nothing but echoes chasing shadows upon a sandstorm, are we not?" I mused to the stars, who only blinked in their immutable waltz.
Turn towards enigmatic letters or surrender to a whispering phantom. The choice is but a note in an opulent refrain.