Whispers of the Dusk

In eerie tranquillity...

The flicker of moonlight dances across forgotten avenues.

Silhouettes shift... glide, as if tethered only by silent dreams.

The night speaks in silent tones.

Emerging figures trace a journey untold.

Tales and echoes slipped through time.

Invisible masks cast etched on sleeping waters.

The boundary of reality... translucent.