A tapestry unravels before the disputes of light; each thread a whispering wisp of azure dreams...
The soft murmur of grey shadows barely tells, daughters of the dusk launch initiations whispered beneath tender leaves,
inviting you to the threshold of the unreal.
In the ceremony of dusk, the wings of the night caress the stars,
Behold the ancient rites rendered silently without a sound—
The flicker of breath mingling with the still air; painting memories,
awakening whispers from forgotten corners, & the unseen flows of time.