shadows whispering tales

beneath the cobalt dusk where dreams linger, stars drift with silent grace.

echoes wrapped in moonlit breath, timeless arches beyond reach.

lost words shimmer, a dance of spectral hands, painting memories over dusk's velvet sigh.

i am the dusk, the tender hour, cradling shadows like fragile secrets, woven in whispers.

let the night speak, for the horizon is a loom for starlit tapestry threads.