The symphony of twilight orchestrates itself.
Glades awaken, whispering secrets of
unseen specters that dance beyond the mist.
Feel the pulse of the invisible, hear the
crescendo of silence itself, resonating
with energy as vibrant as the stars above.
Can you sense them? The fleeting forms,
unchained by the bonds of time, weaving
through time's loom in a tapestry of sound.
Trace their footsteps through the rustling
leaves, where echoes cradle every joyous scream
of the phantoms that dwell in forgotten hollows.