The quiet of velvet seas, unmarred by time.
Reflections gathered like falling stars upon the earth's soul.
An old clock ticks silently in a forgotten room,
An echo of laughter lost amid corridors of fading memory.
A single candle flickers, its moves a dance
with the ancient spirits of joy and sorrow.
Shadows speak in languages unheard by prying eyes,
Their words woven from the fabric of evening mist.