In the glow of twilight, where shadows dance,
the whispers of yesteryears float like snow.
Scenes unfold, muted and graceful,
sounds of silence in a world forgotten.
The girl in the floral dress twirls,
fingers skimming the soft petals of a dandelion.
Her laughter, a melody, echoes not,
captured in the frame of a silver screen.
Echoes of Rafters Winter SkyClouds meander, drifting like forgotten dreams,
over fields where memories linger,
whispering secrets of a time long past,
etched in the silent rhythm of a fading reel.
The hero stands, silhouetted against dusk,
the world in monochrome around him.
His quest is quiet, a journey within,
where shadows and light converse in solitude.
Silent Call Seaside Mists