Draped in the velvet shroud of twilight, when whispers of the past seep into the marrow of abandoned bones,
a moment of serenity unfolds. It whispers through the corridors of forgotten dreams,
an echo of oblivion embracing the void.
Observe the pale moonlight as it dances atop the shattered glass of yesteryears,
illuminating shards of a reality now dulled. Here lies peace, not in the absence of shadows,
but in the acceptance of their silent companionship.