Beneath the veils of the forgotten morning, the specters hummed a tune both bittersweet and tender to a lonely wanderer.
This tune was woven from fragments of the night — a lullaby for shadows seeking solace.
Shadows drifted, shaping stories untold: Sarah found herself entranced, her own silhouette dancing in tandem.
Here, the reality of light and absence merged, where whispers formed paths of starlight.
Would she follow, or would she linger in the comfort of what she knew?
"Each step on this path reshapes the core of my being," she murmured, her voice barely a breath in the celestial void.