In the weave of twilight whispers, stars look away. Tides shift with unspoken cadence, their wishes cascading down molten beams of sight.
Chime of a lost hourglass; its grains—each a dream waiting to awaken or perhaps to slumber eternally. The moon hums a forgotten song.
Passage through canals of refracted time leads to nowhere in particular—yet, everywhere, always just unseen beyond the shimmered veil.