The dusk hung like a forgotten melody,
an echo of voices lost in the folds of time,
where shadows stretch, and the horizon hums,
a song only silence can sing.
We wander here, beneath the argent glow,
searching for outlines in the weave of night,
seeking silhouettes of dreams, once bright,
now lingering between the seen and unseen.
Do you see them? Those figures,
tracing the line of a forgotten path?
They dance on the edge of this world,
a flicker of stars in shadowform.
And in their presence, we find solace,
a harmony sung in dissonant tones,
a choir of echoes reverberating still,
through the corridors of twilight's embrace.