In twilight's embrace, where shadows commune and whispers birth realities,
there lies a vision etched in the void's canvas.
Ahura Mazda, the luminous guardian at dusk's threshold,
weaves light into the tapestry of night.
An echo of divinity forgotten, a beacon for souls adrift in the cosmic silence.
Whispers of ancient bonds, of light cradling the dark,
a silent hymn to the unseen watcher over mortal dreams and ethereal journeys.
