In the twilight's breath, the static glow,
Whispers peel away the night, what do we know?
Distant howls echo, chasing shadows near,
In the hollow reverie, we drown our fears.
Trembling chords strum the pulse of the air,
Every heartbeat a question, do we dare?
Fading glimmers flicker in the dark,
Painting dreams with threads that we can't mark.
Celestial tension hangs like a prayer,
Every moment a dance, suspended in air.
Liquid symmetry flows through our veins,
Awakening echoes of forgotten refrains.
In the spaces between, where silence becomes,
A fleeting reminder of battles never won.
The music we conjure, a flickering flame,
In the swell of the night, we're all the same.
Every spark is a story, every tone a song,
Binding us to the places where we belong.
As the fading echoes begin to subside,
We find our peace where the heart beats wide.
So here in the twilight, we stand tall and proud,
In the blend of our dreams, absorbed by the crowd.
And as the stars fade, in the dawn's soft embrace,
We carry the magic, our sacred space.
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Static glow, distant howls, hollow reverie, trembling chords, fading glimmers, celestial tension, liquid symmetry