In the silence, where the stars whisper secrets
there lies a voice, soft and shimmering.
It repeats the dreams spun from moonlit threads,
of shadows that dance in the corners of the soul.
A lullaby for the forgotten, they sigh,
as twilight swallows the day in velvet silence.
Hear now the echoes of laughter long past,
a symphony of forgotten lullabies.
In every repetition, a voice seeks its own,
yearning to find warmth in the familiar
yet lost, lost in the corridors of time.
Let the shadows sing to you,
let them weave their tales in sleepless nights.
For every echo that fades, a new song is born,
resonating through the spaces we cannot see,
etched in the soft glow of fading stars.