In twilight's embrace, a child's drum beat softly,
lilting through the fog of memory.

Once, it echoed in grand halls,
where shadows danced to the rhythmic pulse,
of a distant dawn.

Now, it calls to the whispered past,
drawing figures in luminous reflections,
of forgotten dreams.

Listen to the echoes,
reflect on the silence,
or follow the mystic waves.

Each beat a memory, each pause a life untold,
the drum waits for the one who hears its call.