The Enchanted Hour

In a realm where time dissolves, and dreams take flight, A figure sits, a sovereign of the twilight. Cards cascade like leaves in an eternal fall, Each one a fragment of a story untold, a tale to call. The room breathes mystery, a symphony of shadows, Where the ordinary whispers of the extraordinary shadows. Teacups dance on tables, a tea party of the mind, Where logic bows to whimsy, and the heart finds its kind. The hat atop, a crown of wonder, a beacon of the strange, Guiding the lost through corridors of the imagination's range. The stuffed animals, silent witnesses to the surreal, Stand guard over a world where the impossible is real. This is the hour of transformation, where the ordinary fades, And the extraordinary blooms, where the heart is unchained. For in this enchanted space, the soul finds its way, To a place where the impossible becomes the light of the day.