In the ethereal mist, the tales linger, weaving a web of forgotten whispers. The night sings in hues of indigo, as stars write untold stories with their trails.
The horizon dances, where light meets shadow, a continuum of dreams unfurling. These glowing boundaries; they beckon, inviting the souls adrift in twilight.
Fleeting visions adorn the path, ephemeral in their beauty, elusive as time itself. Are they mirages or reflections of a kindred spirit lost in astral seas?