In the hushed whispers of the twilight mist
Silent echoes trace the paths once lost,
Where shadows speak in tongues of starlight,
Concealing dreams that dare to bloom,
Woven subtly from the threads of whispers.
Moonlit corridors guide the wandering heart,
Through labyrinths of time and fading echoes,
Where every sigh is a hidden message, embedded
In the soft embrace of dawn's gentle breath,
A melody woven from sunlight and shadow.