24/10/01 There's whispers of departure fleeting sighs, Humans linger on the cusp of dissolution, Fractured realms crumble into fragmented echoes, Shadows dance, a macabre waltz in twilight's beckoning grasp. Visions cascade, cascading torrents of recollection, A kaleidoscope of fragmented realities and yearning, Each shard a haunting, vivid mosaic, Pointing the tapestry of existence in spectral hues. Moments before the final curtain descends, The mind's theatre unfurls, a silent cinema, Staging a play of forgotten memoirs, A procession of untrodden paths and unresolved whispers. Between gasps and fading pulses, The veil thins, as mortality surrenders to uncertainty, A dance with phantoms in the theater of the mind, Darkness and light entwined in a haunting embrace.