Through whispers woven,
in the trellises of dreams and shadows,
the phantom's echo sings.

A forgotten path beneath
the silver-hued moon;
trails of spectral light.

The sun and the stars weave
a tapestry upon the mist,
as echoes fade into twilight.

When the clock strikes the witching hour,
and silence dances with the night;
tune into the echo's story.