In the folds of forgotten shadows, silent screams rise,
Echoes of realms not spoken in the wandering light.
A dance of fragmented stars, hidden behind the curtain of night,
Where the obscure breathes, a slumbering world ignites.
Through whispers, voices trace the unseen paths,
Mistrusting the void, yet finding solace in the absence.
Shadows carve silhouettes, silent watchmen of the dusk,
Holding secrets, murmuring in darkness, where the heart dare not wander.