In the corners of the mind, where shadows whisper,
Lies a realm untouched by the sun's golden touch.
There, the silence speaks in volumes of color,
And the imagination dances in rhythm with the stars.
The dreams are not mere shadows on the wall,
But stories yearning to breathe, to break free.
Each sigh a symphony, each pause a canvas,
Painted with the hues of forgotten melodies.
Whispering echoes of unseen realms
Let your imagination wander, unshackled,
Through the fields of metaphor and myth.
For within the silence, there lies a universe,
Where every star is a hidden delight.