In the flickering glow of twilight's breath,
shadows stretch, yearning to unveil
secrets held by those brave enough
to walk the path of fractured whispers.
Beneath the ancient boughs where silence sings,
a circle gathers, hearts in unison,
offering dreams to the midnight sky,
weaving destinies through whispered rites.
The moon, a silent guardian above,
watches over the asking souls,
their voices, a tapestry of longing,
stitched with stars and the night’s embrace.
Here, at the edge of the known,
the unseen beckons, a beckoning
fraught with mysteries and echoes
of an eternity wrapped in starlight.