Beneath the shroud of twilight's embrace, where whispers linger like ghosts.
An ethereal path winds onward, a procession of fading echoes.
Perhaps it is here, among the murmurs of time, that dreams once woven warm
unravel upon chilled twilight air.
Forgotten are the footsteps that pressed into the midnight soil, departing
Towards infinity, where memories drift like shadowy phantoms.
No hearth to return, no voice to guide—only the whispered trail remains.
Do you dare to follow?