In the realm of the unheard, whispers danced between shadows, seeking solace in transient echoes.
The eclipse wore a helmet of obscurity, guarding paths less travelled.

Pixels dripped off the edges, forming landscapes of forgotten dreams.
Each step taken was a paradox, an ode to silence that sang louder than voices.
The sky, a tapestry of glitches, painted stories of what could have been.

Gaze into the folds of morning mist.
Remain here, where time dissolves and reality flickers.
Chase the twilight, a silent companion on the journey.