In the depths of twilight, a message drifts by...
"Remember the color of the moon, when all else is silence..."
A clock ticks ever so softly, yet its hands unravel time.
Grains of sand whisper secrets forgotten by the wind,
each grain a universe, each whisper a heartbeat.
Beyond the mist, a figure stands.
And in their eyes, the reflection of a dream unbound.
"Do we dream in shades of reality, or paint the night with stars?"