Whispering Light
In the quiet folds of dusk, a glimmer appears—
not a flash, but a gentle hum of luminescence.
Here, where shadows cease their longer grasp,
the light whispers secrets to the weary traveler.
Each step taken in this space,
guided by the silent glow,
narrates a story untold,
a journey of one amidst the symphonic fade.
Beyond the horizon, the world is hushed,
and only the whispering light remains,
a steadfast beacon in the endless twilight.
Here, the past meets the present,
in whispers carried by the wind,
illuminating paths previously unseen.