An echo lies beneath gentle twilight, a cascade of silver notes that dance in the softened glow of moonlit skies. Each strand weaves a melody, a haunting lullaby sung by the invisible choir of dreams unbound.
Through the twilight hazes, don't follow the common paths; seek whispers veiled in dusky shrouds,
where stars hum secrets only they can comprehend. Listen, oh traveler, listen,
for the symphony that enchants the very shadows is blossoming in tangled silence.