In the silence of the night, Dark footsteps trace the damp earth, Echoes of whispers lost, Shadows creeping towards dreams. Each step a heartbeat, Each breath a question, Where do we wonder, In this cloak of stillness? Fingers of night reach out, Caressing the edges of thought, As the world drift quietly, Lost of the rhythm of dark steps.

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