In the deep, deep quiet, where footsteps hardly echo, The stars above wink and play hide and seek. Little fairies giggle as they tickle the night sky, And dreams float lazily like boats on a stream.
If you listen closely, the wind tells tales, Stories of places unseen and things never heard. When the moon smiles down softly, a secret door appears, Waiting for curious hearts to peek inside.
Beyond the door, the patterns swirl and dance, Luminescent shapes that weave stories in silence. Come, little wanderer, let your eyes see what your heart knows.