In the silver hour, between dusk and shadow, the whispers arise—silent screams in the velvet dark.
Curious phantoms, they linger, imprisoned within the mirage's embrace.
Time's illusion dances, a flicker on the edges of perception—lost moments writ in ephemeral night.
Sands of the Silent Shore
A journey through whispers, desiccated grains beneath quiet moons.
Echoes of a Forgotten Twilight
Reverberations beneath the stars, where twilight dreams conspire.
Beyond the horizon, where twilight kisses the edge of forever, awaits the unsung ballad of time—a fleeting mirage.