"Transience weaves through the stillness, reminding us that even in darkness, beauty finds a way to breathe."
Beneath the crescent's ghostly glow,
Skeletal branches twist and flow.
Shadows stretch like hands that plead,
In the silence, hearts can bleed.
Eerie whispers ride the night,
Where darkness cradles fragile light.
Transformation stirs within this space,
A haunting touch of nature's grace.
