In the shadows of eternal twilight,
where the whispers weave through dappled light,
a single echo stirs in the hollow seashell.
Listen closely: each grain of sand tells a story,
a saga knitted by the weft and weave of dreams.

The moon hums a tune only stars understand,
as droplets of time cascade into silence,
their ripples lost in a timeless circle.
Here, the horizon blurs, a forgotten line,
where night meets the ocean's edge, a secret shore.

Do you hear its call? A whisper in the winds,
a promise kept by shadows long past.
Follow the path where echoes dare not tread,
and find solace in the untouched void.
Wander to phantom lullabies or distant harmonics.