In the realm where the light murmurs softly,
and shadows carry the scent of forgotten gardens,
there exists a whisper, a secret untold,
by voices of the ancient and the ephemeral.

Feel, if you dare, the fleeting caress of a phantom limb,
brushing against the tapestry of your own existence,
weaving threads of memories yet to be swept
by the hands of time into the vast, unfurling dusk.

Ember Glow | Song of the Stars

Let not the shadows speak of light unclaimed,
nor let the silence deny the echoes of this
communion with the tender voice of night.