As shadows lengthen and the horizon kisses the night,
silhouettes dance against a canvas of fading light.
Reality falters amidst illusions, where echoes form
labyrinths of past murmurs and present uncertainty.
In the dusk, everything is both fractured and whole,
a paradox of being seen and unseen, known and unknown.
Here, the whispers of what once was linger,
etching memories into the fabric of dusk’s embrace.