In the hushed hours before dawn,
when dreams wane and reality flickers,
shadows cast long whispers on the walls.
Do you hear them, too? The echoes of forgotten tales,
murmurs from corners where light dares not tread,
voices entwined in the breath of night?
Between the known and the hidden lies a path,
strewn with ivy and the scent of damp earth;
a journey inward to converse with solitude.
Silent Echoes
Murky Reflections
Dark Revelations
Touch the shadow, feel its depth,
the cold kiss of twilight,
an embrace neither warm nor real,
yet wholly known.
Beneath the moon's pale gaze,
seek the unseen, the unheard,
and find whispers trapped in time's web.