In the quiet corners, where shadows ★ weave tapestry,
a whisper glances off ancient tomes, decoding
the glossy ink upon pages not meant for day.
Obsidian revelations sigh softly, seeking cradle
in the dusk’s clinging embrace.

Have you wandered on paths echoing silenced moans?
Or forged tongues forged in quiet forgotten embers?

Eclipsed tales in twilight’s care—
winds carry specters that ✔ ripple light aloof, on sleep interrupted.