Twilight's Whisper

"Do you ever wonder," she mused, "about the paths not taken? Each twilight, they glimmer just beyond reach, just out of sight. The lost ones, lingering like stars that can only be seen when you close your eyes."

The wind carried a tune, soft, almost a lullaby, tinged with the scent of forgotten summer evenings. "There," he pointed, "where the horizon meets the whispering trees, do you hear it?"

"It's like the universe has its own heartbeat," she replied, gazing upwards, "and every path is a thread in its infinite tapestry." The stars blinked knowingly, unyielding, eternal.