Upon the edge of night, whispers weave,
tales uttered by the stars' fading breath.
The mist, a silent companion, holds secrets,
of timeless dreams etched on the fabric of space.
Below, the pathway shimmers,
a delicate dance of light and shadow.
Here, the echoes of forgotten songs,
drift like petals on an invisible stream.
In these interludes, the heart speaks,
in verses scrawled on the parchment of existence.
Listen closely, for the silence sings,
a melody woven through the veins of the cosmos.
Navigate these nebulous corridors,
where time bleeds into the fabric of dreams.
Extend your hand, touch the mist
and find yourself reflected in its endless embrace.