In the hushed embrace of dusk's gentle sigh,
Where shadows harvest the whispers of time,
I wander through corridors of fading light,
Each step a note in a symphony of solitude.
The walls hold secrets, painted in the hues
Of forgotten laughter and silent weeping;
A melody drifts, unseen, untamed,
Echoing beyond the fathom of dreams.
Here, in the twilight, I find my reverie—
A constellation of memories not mine,
Yet woven into the fabric of my being,
A tapestry of echoes, a dance of shadows.