Upon the edge of twilight's sigh
Where echoes of the day dissolve
Secrets in the wind converge and weave
The tapestry of night unfolds.
Do you hear the murmurs of ancient stars?
Their voices slide through forgotten dreams,
A language lost in the cadence of fireflies,
Illuminating the void with silent pleas.
A dance of shadows beneath moonlit skies,
The glow of ethereal whispers trace the horizon,
Like footsteps of an unseen muse,
Writing verses on the sand of time.
Venture forth to Ephemeral Truth,
Or perhaps to the Melodies of Twilight.
Wander through the Forgotten Dreams.