Two figures linger at dusk’s soft breath,

One cloaked in fur, the other in quest.

A horse stands still, as silence grows,

While stardust etches what no one knows.

Mountains blush in twilight’s hue,

Veiled in runes and cosmic blue.

The sky, a canvas—vast, unknown,

Paints secrets on a sleeping stone.

What dreams lie carved in circles wide?

What stars have watched them side by side?

They do not speak, yet much is said,

Between the living and the dead.

And onward still, the riders go,

Chasing myths the heavens show.

Their shadows stretch, but never break—

Bound by the journey they must take.