Twilight Symphony

In the semi-haven of the dim, where echoes cradle the unseen, the shadows converse in hushed tones.

Crickets compose an opus under velvet skies, their notes punctuated by the sighs of a weary horizon.

The moon, a perfumed mystery, drapes its silken glow upon wandering souls, guiding steps of those whose hearts are tuned to the night.

Stars dot the ether, whispers of an eternal reverie, casting dreams in the fleeting lull of twilight's touch.