Once upon a whisper, where the night carnival glows, the specters serenade, the spirals of time.

Waltz, spin, twirl—said the clock to the echo, its hands untethered, unwound.

Shadows dance upon mirrors' edge, tales of yore told anew, in rhythms and rhymes.

Repeat, repeat, the cycle— voices ripple in the twilight, a melody lost, yet fervently sought.

The lanterns flicker, the druids gather, beyond the hills, where the skies turn amber.

Breathe in the night, embrace the spectral dance, for tomorrow they say, is the heart of yesterday.