In the twilight where whispers of ancient tales linger,
Memories unfold like delicate paper cranes,
Upon the wind, stories weave,
With voices that echo through untouched dreams.

Shadows dance beneath the moon’s tender gaze,
Where unseen wonders fall like dew on the dawn,
Unraveling the silence of realms unknown,
In the heart of a dream, we find our song.

Rivers of time flow gently beneath our feet,
Carrying echoes of laughter and spectral sighs,
They sing of a world that once was and will be,
In their murmur, we hear our forgotten cries.