NARRATION OF TWILIGHT LOVE

Uncle Jawhar, his soul with eyes that glimmered like stars, would gather the children every evening. He loved to spin tales of love that bloomed during the gentle glow of twilight. Each legend unfolded a dimension where souls intertwined, led by a higher power. The children often listen with wide eyes, imagining of their future twilight romances. U

The worn book lay open before me, its brittle pages whispering secrets of a world beyond. I stretched for the timeworn volume, my heart pounding in my chest. A chill snaked down my spine as I perused the unclear script, sensing a presence around me. Was it just my imagination, or could I actually taste dampness? A shiver ran through me as I heard a