In the silhouette city, where the shadows whisper secrets to the listening moons, a symphony swirls in silence.
Shapes blur at the edges, vanished beneath a veil of starlight. The wind carries melodies sung by sunlit ghosts.
Follow the invisible trail, where each step is a note in the harmony of the unseen.
The canvas above beams wistful tales, each constellation a verse penned by cosmic hands. Are you among the dreamers?
In the tender folds of this nocturne, light waltzes with shadow, sculpting realms of forgotten lore.
Listen closely, for the horizon speaks in hues unseen by waking eyes.
Swathed in the serenity of twilight's embrace, every breath becomes a harmony — a silent serenade to the night.
What silhouettes caressed your spirit under this invisible light?