In twilight's hush, a silhouette stands,
Head aloft from lace-clad hands.
A cage of thoughts, once tightly spun,
Now unfurls beneath the setting sun.
Her mind adrift, a scattered flight,
Each bird a wish in the fading light.
The bars that held her dreams so tight,
Dissolve in the dance of day to night.
A soul unbound, yet tethered still,
To the silent street's ancient will.
Where shadows whisper secrets deep,
And her heart's desires begin to creep.
In this realm where reality warps,
Her essence floats, and time distorts.
A captive mind breaks free at last,
In the street of echoes, a spell is cast.