Whispering winds amidst forgotten corridors\n The dreams stretch, dissolve, recast in twilight blue.\n Where does the shadow drink its lullaby?\n Beneath the hollow tune of a silver moon.
They sing under the crescent veil,\n folding time, stitching stars into silk.\n Every glance a riddle, a softly sighing embrace,\n endless as the seams in their gently unattaching song.
Revisit the labyrinths beyond sight:\n shadows whispers \n woven echo
Follow the echoes,\n track the whispers,\n breathe into the silken air, elusive, haunted by unformed wishes.