I saw dreams, woven in twilight, drifting like autumn leaves, whispering in a voice I once knew. They brushed against my fingertips, soft, fleeting, like a memory too delicate to hold. Between them, only silence, a quiet sigh, a pause between heartbeats, the space where longing lingers. And yet, even as they fade, they leave behind a warmth, a promise that dreams, once seen, never truly disappear. ~shreeraj