In the fold of twilight, subtle[1], lies a bridge unseen, embers sprawling on the silk of dusk. Voices echo from the heart of whispered dreams[2], calling upon the seeker to ascend.
Journeys[3] veil the past; their delicate weave splays light upon shadow's cusp. Each step upon the ladder reflects a world unshackled, brimming with unknown verses whispered between sighs.