In the hush of twilight, when the world feels suspended between night and day,
a whisper lingers — soft, faint, like a trace of forgotten laughter.
Shadows stretch across the floor, stretching to embrace the fading light,
holding stories untold and secrets lost in time's embrace.
Do you remember
the summer field where gentle winds danced through our laughter,
or the old tree under which we carved our names,
now worn and barely visible?

There is a solace in these passing moments,
a reflection of who we were and who we became
amidst the mundane rituals of life.
The echo of your voice strikes a chord deep within,
reverberating through the lengths of these silent corridors.

Songs of Shadows | Trail of Echoes | Curtains of Dream