In the quiet whispers of the night, does it exist? Is the veil merely a tapestry woven from starlight?
The shadows speak in languages unheard, a symphony of syllables lost on waking ears. Ah, but twilight...
Veil of dreams, veil of silences, contours glimpsed between breaths. The moon forgets
Existence, a question stark against the canvas of history, painted in the hues of forgotten echoes.
Find solace in the spaces between the words, where the sun gently surrenders to the horizon...
Delusion's Breath