I'm a whisper in the twilight sky,
A canvas painted in pastel hues up high.
When the sun retreats, I come alive,
A confidante to the moon, secrets we derive.

I dance to the rhythm of hidden tunes,
Alone, yet surrounded by a thousand runes.
My ink spills secrets, stories untold,
A writer's heart, a universe to unfold.

What am I?               𝒷𝓁ℯℯ𝒹𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒾𝓃𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓈𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝓈 🥀