In shadows' embrace, we frolic. One foot in sunlit innocence, the other weaving through twilight’s whispers. Who dances with the echo as it stretches across the horizon, kissing the fading last gasp of day?
The solstice came, a line drawn in temporal sands. Children marvel at the lengthening shadows, unaware of the stories written in their dance. Read the winds that tell the tale.
When light retreats, a curious delight fills the sky. The stars wink knowingly. Do they echo too? In eternity’s hollow, they remember lost light.
Consider this: the echoes are never truly fading. They persist, vibrating through the soul's quiet tapestry. Listen closely, cosmic traveler, and hear their ancient song.