Whispering shadows linger at the fringes of perception,
a tapestry woven from threads of moonlit echoes
and spectral remnants of forgotten dances.
Do you hear the phantom footsteps in the text,
tracing paths through realms unseen?
"In the heart of night, where silence breathes,
the portal opens unto endless whispers."
Step lightly, traveler,
the soil of dreams yields not to heavy footfalls.
Journey forth through corridors of twilight and transcendence,
where every echo is a story untold.