Eclipsed Moon

The moon hung silent, a gaping wound in the fabric of the night. Its eclipse whispered secrets lost to the spinning cosmos. Once, beneath the same moon, I found myself amidst the scattered ashes of forgotten civilizations, their stories woven into the tapestry of a night that would never end.

"Did you see the time traveler?" they asked, eyes wide with wonder. He had arrived in a cloud of smoke and anachronistic music, strumming a dulcimer of crystalline light. I believed him, for he bore tales of futures unwritten and pasts that changed with every heartbeat.

Circles within circles, the clock dismantles itself. Once, I stood in the shadow of a castle that never was, peering through a window to a world as real as my dreams. The sands of time whispered beneath the stars, and I danced to the rhythm of eternity.

Would you walk with me into the eclipse? The sands wait. Or perhaps you'd prefer the company of shadows? The shadows sing.