In the realm where whispers cradle the light,
a phantom waltz beneath the crescent glow.
Shadows weave tales the sun forgot to tell.
Gentle steps upon the silk of night—
each pirouette a secret the stars once knew.
Step into the corridors of bygone dreams,
a masquerade that lingers in the depth of twilight.
Here, the echoes of yesterday's laughter
gather like dew upon the morning's veil.