In the labyrinth of forgotten echoes,
where silhouettes of yore sway in silent adagios.
Whispered memories like autumn leaves,
dance to the melody of a wistful breeze.
Timeless specters of twilight,
unravel lace curtains soaked
in the ink of night.
Shadows tell stories,
encrypted with moonlight,
fading behind a veil
of the past's distant horizon.
Listen! To the beating hearts
of abandoned clocks—
the whispers of an era,
gently eroding
in the sands of time.