She walks where dusk forgets to fade, Through golden stalks and twilight shade. A silence hums, the world holds breath, As beauty dances close to death. The wind has stilled, the birds have fled, Yet one remains with wings of dread. Her eyes are cast upon the ground— She feels the pull, but hears no sound. For shadows stretch with crooked grace, And whisper secrets to her face. She does not turn. She knows they’re near. She walks in fields of quiet fear. #ai #aiart #poetry #fridayvibes