In the night's embrace, where shadows unfold,
an echo trembles, a haunting lull, resonating with voices both warm and cold.
Did you hear it? The lingering sigh of lost tales never told?
Through the mist of forgotten memories, hands grasp at ethereal threads, woven by the weavers of time's subtle taunt.
Upon the altar of waning light, shadows converge in a silent dance, whispering secrets to the moon's solitary gaze. Madness or clarity?