In the corner of existence where shadows sit, lies a realm
ephemeral yet eternal, an echo of silence speaking
with glowing phrases that carve the essence of void.

Here, dreams paint themselves upon the fabric of fading light,
whispering invocations to the wandering soul,
a luminescent glow outlining paths to forgotten memories.

Stand still, and let the whispers guide you
in their gentle embrace, in their tender rhythm,
as the ephemeral winds softly dissolve your solitude.