In the depths of twilight's embrace, shadows weave tales of longing, each whisper... a fragment of a forgotten truth.
Silhouettes drift between moments, where laughter dissolves and echoes return... haunting the stillness of unbound nights.
Each flicker of light, a choice abandoned, paths diverging in the mist, revealing glimpses of what once was, or perhaps... what never was.
The moon, a silent witness to the decay of dreams, reminds the wanderers beneath her gaze of the echoes of their regrets.