In the hush of the fading light, where echoes dare to dance,
there lies a murmured spell, an incantation of twilight,
woven from threads of starlight and whispers of the dark.
"Do you hear the twilight singing?" they ask, eyes wide with wonder,
their voices a gentle ripple in the sea of the night.
Shadows laugh in corners, where the light cannot reach,
casting faces not our own, yet familiar as our breath.
A mirror reflects what the mirror cannot see,
fracturing reality into shards of lingering dusk.
Do you dare to ponder what lies behind?
Flickering ChimeraThe air thick with ancient scents—a tapestry of sorrow and joy,
of forgotten epochs that waltz silently in the periphery.
"Can we touch the stars?" whispers the child,
and in their question, the universe expands, contracts, and sighs.