In shadows cast by city lights,
We weave through realms unseen,
Where names dissolve like morning mist,
And silence speaks in dreams.

Among the bustling, hurried crowds,
We tread on whispered trails,
Our stories written in the stars,
Beyond the world that pales.

In quiet corners of the night,
Our presence softly fades,
Yet echoes linger in the dark,
In myriad masquerades.

Through fleeting moments, undefined,
We dance with fleeting grace,
In anonymity’s embrace,
We find our rightful place.