Stray Embers in the Twilight

Between the folds of time and the sigh of the evening breeze lies a realm voided of light. Here, in this untouched space, dreams linger like stray embers, forgotten on a winter's hearth. They dance, casting wistful shadows on the wall of memory, where the echoes of laughter settle like dust on old books.

Once, in a fading photograph, a child with an orange balloon chased the horizon where the sky kissed the earth. Now, only the whispers of that child's joy remain, woven into the rustle of leaves that never fell, suspended in the air of dreams.

The stars blink in their aloofness, guardians of secrets untold. They watch over the ember-lit dreams as we wander this silent path, tracing the footprints of moments that slipped away like the tide, leaving only shadows on the shore of forever.

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