Twilight Delusions

The edges of reality blur into a fine mist, a delicate veil hiding both monsters and forgotten memories. Here, in this swift twilight, everything melts, stitches itself anew, weaving shadows into brief flickerings of light.

Whispers coil around each sentence, words escaping the mouth like a soft sigh, lingering like the echo of a half-forgotten tune. Dreams ripple at the edges, obscure yet almost familiar.

Listen to the silence break
Seek the wandering waves