In the theatre of shadows, where whispers weave
a tale of the unseen, the unheard, the still.
A silhouette emerges, clothed in twilight,
its contours blurring the edges of reality.
Beneath the pale moon’s watchful gaze,
voices of forgotten dreams sigh in unrest,
echoing through the tunnels of time’s embrace.
A wink, a smile—a fleeting respite.
In the mirror of stardust, reflections dance,
fractured beams of a bygone dawn;
reality’s canvas strokes with errant hues,
crafting contrast between the known and the lost.
Do you see it? the shadow’s sway,
a rhythm timeless, yet so transient.
Touch the silhouette, if you dare,
and unveil the secrets, the starlit contrast.