"Curiosity thrives where shadows weave tales of unseen truths."
A figure cloaked drifts through whispers of night,
Hints of danger dance in the flickering light.
Droplets weep softly on edges unseen,
Mist swirls around, a shroud for the keen.
Murmurs of fate linger close to the heart,
Stories entwine, though the shadows depart.
Curiosity blooms in the flicker of dawn,
In silence, the truth of the dark is drawn.
