There is a place where the shadows waltz beneath the stars,
soft whispers careen through corridors of moonlight,
and your breath quickens as you recall the echoes of laughter.
Here, time relinquishes its grip, and voices once familiar sing,
casting nets of silver threads around your heart
in fragile, wistful harmonies.
Listen to the melody woven through this spectral domain,
its rhythm the heartbeat of forgotten antiquities.
You are invited to dance; to twirl amidst memories,
to step lightly upon the sands of the ephemeral.
The phantoms beckon—to join their timeless jubilee,
to immerse in a soft clockwork of otherworldly grace.