In the twilight of understanding, the opinions dance, ephemeral flames in a fading dawn.

Voices whisper through the cracks in time, weaving tales of forgotten disaster,

Where the heart once beat metronomic, now beats in chaotic harmony.

Each thought a raindrop, rippling the vast ocean of consciousness,

Fleeting, yet eternal, like the morning mist over a tranquil sea.

Among the ruins of certainty, the muse sits, indifferent,

Watching civilizations rise and fall on the whispered breeze.