In the sighing dusk, where echoes dare to linger,
Shadows weave tales forgotten by time's embrace.
Each whisper a thread in the tapestry of night,
Unraveling truths like stars in the silent deep.
Beneath the murmur of the wind's soft lament,
Lies a world crafted by dreams and half-spoken words.
Listen closely, for the silence hums sweet melodies,
A chorus of shadows, a dance of whispered echoes.