In the hush of midnight's breath,
where shadows envy light,
linger the secrets of forgotten echoes,
whispers tethered to the edge
of eternity’s embrace.
Flickering like lost stars,
these lights navigate the ebon sea,
carrying tales of the unsung dawn,
they spill over the silent boundary
between what was and never shall be.
Do you hear them?
The murmur of the unseen,
brushing past the edges of dreams,
grasping at the fleeting warmth
of the fledgling morn's glow.
Journey further:
Whispering Trees
Dusk to Dawn
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