In the embrace of night, where whispers become shadows,
glimmering lights dance upon the edges of reality.
Fading glimmers, fading glimmers, never fading, always fading.
Their song is a gentle sigh, a plea of light against the vast darkness,
everlasting glow in a transient world.
A tender touch of color, a moment's breath caught in time,
fading glimmers wrapped in the silk of forgotten dreams.

The stars above blink with knowing eyes,
guardians of secrets too wise to share.
Silent symphonies play in hidden corridors,
where echoes of a thousand sighs weave a tapestry of sound.
Each fading glimmer tells a tale, an ancient story,
of light and shadow, intertwined in a dance as old as time.

As dawn creeps silently over the horizon,
the glimmers hesitate, caught between worlds.
Dreams and reality, hand in hand,
in a waltz of cosmic proportions.
Yet in their fading, there is a beauty,
a reminder that all things are fleeting,
fading glimmers that will forever linger in the heart.