"The clock whispered, will noon ever know night?"
The cat danced on the edge of the moon,
while stars etched their lullabies in the sand.
"Have you seen the tides of autumn?" she asked,
as winter's breath fogged the horizon.
In a world painted by echoes,
dreams collide with reality, dissolving in the twilight.
"To roll the end is to begin anew," he murmured,
the dice of fate shimmering in his palm.
A path unwritten in silver dew
beckons the lost traveler to an eternal dance.