In the whispering dusk, where shadows weave tales of things unseen,
let every feathered flicker guide your thoughts across the astral void.
Moths dance in your dreams, drawing circles around the sun's quiet abdication.
Follow their glow, and lose yourself in the fragrance of night's dew.
The universe holds its breath, awaiting the return of dawn's blush, while
we linger at the periphery, caught in the transient waltz of twilight.
Here, winds carry secrets buried deep in the earth, waiting for the
tender touch of light to awaken them from their age-long slumber.