In the folds of twilight's gentle whisper,
truths gather like stars, hidden in the womb of night.
Who measures silence in heartbeats? Who counts
the breaths between breaths in a dream?
A mosaic lies before you, woven not of glass
but of forgotten voices, echoes of laughter
lingering in the air, unseen. Touch the fabric
of a moment, and find eternity sewn within.