Beneath the shivering luminescence,
lies the edge of tomorrow—unspoken,
a place where time bleeds in soft mists.
Shadows intertwine, whispering secrets,
elusive, they dance like forgotten echoes.
The path unfurls, worn by silent steps,
each grain of dust a memory,
sliding silently into oblivion.
Here, the twilight sings a song of loss,
a melody spun from the twilight's breath.