In the realm where whispers linger,
And shadows wait for the sun's retreat,
A soft secret dances in twilight's breath,
Revealed only to those who listen, who kneel.
The boundary where sound meets silence,
Resides not in word nor in voice,
But in the hushed resonance of the heart,
In the tapestry of starlit sighs.
Do you whisper to shadows, or do they whisper to you?
And on this quiet road, beneath the veiled constellations,
Footsteps vanish into the echoes of dream,
Into the soft embrace of the abyss untold.
In a whisper, a tale unfolds, resounding yet elusive.
Seek the unephemeral, cling not to touch.