In the hush of evening, the moon sang softly.
The toys listened, their painted smiles hidden in shadow.
“What is laughter?” one whispered, to which the moon replied, “I remember.”
Beside the window, a breeze told secrets of distant lands.
Press 'l' to shine your light and see the shadows dance.
Do dreams ever sleep? Or do they peek from behind curtains, longing for day?
Once, the room was filled with stories, now it breathes a tale untold.