In the quiet of the twilight,
where shadows whisper secrets,
the lights begin their waltz.
A dance not seen by eyes of day,
but felt by those who breathe in night.
Do you remember the stories,
spun by moons and silken threads?
Of lanterns that seek lost stars,
weeping trails of luminescent tears?
Here, in the gentle flicker,
innocence brushes past darkness,
and the dance goes on,
forever in the echo of dreams.
Follow the Echoes
Journey the Hidden Path
Gaze Upon Silent Water