In the soft embrace of twilight’s glow,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace,
A whisper of magic begins to show,
In the spaces between time and place.

Atticus, with eyes that see the unseen,
Weaves tales of wonder in the night,
Where dreams and reality softly convene,
In the quiet moments before first light.

Stars align in patterns untold,
Guiding hearts to realms afar,
Where the spirit of magic is bold,
And wishes ride on a shooting star.

In the silence, truth finds its way,
Through the veil of mystic lore,
For magic lives in the words we say,
And in the love we choose to explore.