The stars murmur softly...
as rain paints shadows on the ancient streets,
whispering secrets of places unseen, where fate doodles in forgotten corners.

A clockmaker once told me,
"time is not line but loop,
catch this fleeting moment", and handed me an hourglass of sandless vows.

Lanterns flicker in the distance,
illuminating paths of dreams,
with echoes of laughter
woven through the twilight mist.