In the twilight of whispers, where ink meets intention,
a silent ring forms beneath the surface, flickering in cosmic synchrony.
Each drop a frozen note, a timeless melody unbound.
Echoes move softly, cradled by dreams, coalescing in shadows.
Moonlit paths guide their journey, threads of reflective song weaving through
the subtle canvas of forgotten realities.
Last night's paper holds the secret tones,
whispers untold in corners unseen, etched by silent storms.
In dim cafés, lamps flicker with curious eyes,
sojourners among invisible pausing echoes, now breathing easy.