In the twilight sea of whispered secrets,
echoes of the unspoken dance like embers,
flickering within the hidden alcoves of souls.
Once upon a time, a mirror lay waiting
for reflections that could not be seen—
fractured truths draped in silk veils of ignorance.
The benevolent shadows whispering softly,
truths disguised as fables,
in a language only the heart can comprehend.
Veiled stories of yesteryears,
stained with the hues of forgotten serenades,
find solace in the embrace of hazy reverie.
Shall we listen, as the winds carry fragments
of untold verses across the boundless abyss?
For every sigh is a leaf, falling eternally.
The shadows answer with silent thunder,
the kind that shakes not the earth,
but the very fibers of our whispered dreams.
Open your eyes, and you shall see,
not the light of day, but the glow of
a hundred whispers weaving through time.