"Mysterious beauty lingers in the spaces where shadows meet the remnants of light."
Veils of fog drape the ancient stone walls,
A figure in shadow, where silence enthralls.
Moonlight weaves sorrow through cracks in the floor,
While echoes of beauty whisper of yore.
Vines intertwine with the remnants of grace,
Each shadow a tale, each fragment a face.
In twilight's embrace, forgotten dreams dwell,
Where whispers of time weave their haunting farewell.
