Once upon a crescent echo, ink became liquid dreams—
Words pranced upon the paper, eager and unwavering in their laughter,
Strutting lionhearted syllables under a mercurial azure sky.
Have you seen the dawn past midnights? Where ghosts of whispers mold
the fabric of existence into colorful echoes? Hues spill like moonbeams
that paint the world with captions meant only for the enchanted heart.
Step into Midnight Prey, a domain of shadowed resonance,
or wander to Seraphic Danube, where illusions weave bright tapestries.
Let your mind spill ink, let ink become a conduit for moonlit enthusiasm,
and watch as energetic wonders resonate among silver echoes.
Here, amidst the whispers, is your kaleidoscope, Tidal Ecstasy.