[A distant train horn echoes]
The silver screen grates against its silent soul, revealing tender memories
spun nonsensically through shadows and light.

[A single candle flickers in the dark]
The protagonist, clad in sepia, gazes with yearning eyes—
the realms of whispering winds captured
in their curtain-thread serenades.

[Silent laughter, the soundless cry]
And so, the nights unfurl their stories,
as we inch closer to the edge
of forgotten dreams rebirthed.