Beneath the veils of night, where whispers sail on starlit fantasies, echoes of forgotten pursuits linger, entwined in the fabric of imagined realities.
A single lantern flickers at the crossroads of silence and the uncharted, casting shadows of unclaimed dreams upon the path less remembered.
Beyond the horizon of dreams forgotten, lies a garden of unanswered musings, where each petal, a memory, floats on an unseen breeze of aspirations unfulfilled.
Here, in the realm of imagination, the seeker finds solace in the rhythm of the ever-vanishing twilight, forever chasing the mirage of what never was.