In the twilight’s gentle embrace, they come alive,
Whispers of nans in the night’s soft sigh,
They weave through dreams, unseen by day,
In shadows they dance, while moonbeams play.

Ethereal figures in a world so vast,
They tell stories of future and past,
With silent grace, they touch the soul,
Filling hearts with a sense of whole.

Beneath the stars, they find their way,
Guiding lost spirits through dusk to day,
Their presence a balm to weary minds,
In their dance, solace one finds.

As dawn approaches, they fade away,
Leaving behind whispers that gently sway,
In the heart of the night, their essence remains,
The nans, forever in twilight’s domains.