In the chrysalis of twilight, where stars bloom unheard,
a path lies unseen, woven from whispers and held by the moon's sigh.
With every heartbeat, it unfurls—a tapestry spun from silence,
traced by the fingers of longing and painted in the colors of dreams.
A maiden walks here, her gaze lost in the glimmering shades of night,
each step a soft echo in the vast symphony of the cosmos.
She carries the scent of jasmine and the warmth of forgotten embraces.
Alongside, an unseen presence breathes—all tender touches
hidden beneath shadows, forming a bond of eternal twilight.
A lullaby hummed by time, embracing them both in its silken veil.