Whispers echo in the veil of twilight,
where time folds gently, spilling into the ether.
Each droplet a memory, trailing down,
stitching seams in the fabric of space.
Beneath the shroud, footsteps were once heard,
now only shadows dance, weaving dreams.
The rain falls, a soft caress,
over the heart that beats in solitude.
Reflect, wanderer, through the mist,
find solace in the space between breaths.
The silent waltz continues,
an endless loop of whispered reveries.