In the cradle of dusk's quiet sigh,
particles of whispering warmth assemble,
like a chorus of echoes in an empty room.
Each flicker, a note in the song of solitude—
woven from sunlight and shadow,
seeking refuge in the dim corners of thought.
Do you hear it? The hum of silence,
a gentle tide against the shores of your mind,
where lanterns learn to dance with twilight?
Embrace the echo, let it lead you
to the unseen paths less traveled
and find solace in the vacant glow.