Words unbroken dive into the midnight sea,
flickering echoes cast in lunar ink.
The lamplight hums, silently,
weaving a tapestry of thoughts, floating, unspoken.

Beneath the stars, shadows dance,
revealing mysteries lost in time.
An echo of a sigh, a tender whisper,
the code beneath our skin — invisible, yet alive.

In the twilight hours,
there's a labyrinth of serenity,
and we wander through its silent paths,
tracing our reflections in the dew-draped air.