In the quiet reverberations of dusk,
whispers emerge from the void,
weaving tales not told,
stitched from echoes,
invisible to the eye, yet vivid to the soul.
Do you hear the resonance beneath the silence?
The shadows play upon the surface,
dancing with the infinitude of dreams,
and in their dance,
the truth hides gently, waiting to be embraced.
Beneath the spectrum's edge,
lies a world unsung,
where shadows reflect the light
of thoughts unspoken,
in the heart's secret alcove.