Have you heard the melodies that speak of dusk? Soft echoes
linger at the edge of sleep, shimmering in silver tones.
Lullabies spin backward, unraveling tales of forgotten time,
kissed by the wings of phantasmal nightjars.
Once, the sky breathed harmony, weaving constellations into
a tapestry of unspoken words. Do you remember the
celestial strings, plucked beneath the watchful moon,
their echoes reversing into a cosmic embrace?
Silhouettes on the Horizon
Echoes of the Past
Through the Veil of Dreams