In the silver whisper of an untouched dawn,
where shadows breathe secrets and echoes hold their breath,
Gather the light that shuns the known path,
weave it into dusk's forgotten spell.
We met at the edge of twilight,
a liminal space bound by no clocks,
dipped in the warmth of unsaid words.
The luminance speaks in tongues of flickered flames,
casting brief eternity on each standing spirit.
There are rites to walk as we traverse this unseen domain,
steps carried on the sighs of the elder woods,
firm like the stories tattooed in our marrow.
The journey begins, a clandestine corridor where initiation finds shape,
not found in the calling of the sun, but of the moon's gentle embrace.
Embrace the glow that fears no judgment,
the kind that grows silently at the heart,
the luminescent shadow that binds us all.