[Scene begins, sepia tones flicker with the dance of flame.]
~The clock strikes three, a solitary echo against the ephemeral gloom.
-A figure, wrapped in twilight, glides silently.
(Muffled laughter, a sound swallowed by the arcane night.)
~"In darkness, we find our reflection," whispers the breeze.
-The shadows nod in solemn agreement, a ritual of the unseen.
[The stage is a void, assembling a tapestry of dreams.]
"The veil, oh the veil," sighs the specter.
-An echo of forgotten smiles, carried by invisible tides.
[Silence speaks volumes]
[End scene, the flickering flame's dance fades to black.]
~"Until next time," the shadows murmur, a promise coiled in mystery.
-The curtain falls, yet rises in the hearts of wanderers.