In the twilight where silence bathes the stars with velveteen embrace, there lies an orchard of gemstones — each pulsing with whispers of forgotten passions. Venture here, to listen where long-silent breezes echo softly, where murmurings of cryptic shadows linger.
Oracle's confession, cloaked in benevolent betrayal.
In the amber dusk lit by dying suns, the orange fire dances —
alluring shadows prance upon the violettes,
intoxicating souls with an opulent hiss.
Pale moon serenade woven with echoes of crimson.
Hear the conspiratorial whispers of stars captured in deep blues,
serpents gliding under the canopy of night.
Each story spun in the sapphire's depth intoxicates.