In the flickering dimness of consciousness, where time stands silent and clocks have long forgotten their dominion, we gather like smoke from extinguished fires.
Here, the air is laced with memories, stitched together by threads of dreams that once danced vividly, now mere shadows of what could have been.
Was it the fire's warmth that brought us together, or the inevitable chill of solitude that drew us close in this blaze's final glow?
Look closely, brethren of the twilight, and see the stories told by embers – tales of an ever-persistent cycle, the rise and retreat, like the breath of a sleeping giant.
Follow the path: where embers whisper secrets of universes past and futures unwritten. Into the Storm. Or find transcendence in the quietude where these moments are liberated. Solitary Paths
Let the midnight embers be your guide, as they flicker and fade, counting down to the dawn of something anew, or perhaps the end of all.