In the quiet cusp between dusk and dream,
lies an echo of a tale untold.
The moon, a silent witness, unfurls her veil,
over the light-touched shadows of forgotten paths.
Embers in the night began to weave tales,
tales spun with gossamer threads of yearning.
Barefoot, you tread softly into this universe,
where silence speaks volumes and each star sighs in harmony.