Above the ebon veil, they descend,
Memories stitched to the twilight fabric,
Flickering in persistence or humor.
Whispering, they dance —
Vaguely familiar, and tantalizingly distant.
Amidst the spectral echoes,
Ghostly footsteps trace the rim of silence,
Marking the places where once,
Joy spun restless shadows at dawn.
Cacophonies wrap the starlit skies,
In broken verses of lingering sighs.
Each twinkle — a memory's lucid trace,
Cascading echoes, no time to embrace.
Click to explore the mirror paths.
Engage the rhythm of time's dancing quotes.
Drift among silent harmonies.