In the halls between the stars, where whispers hum with starlight embers,
the phantoms play their instruments of shadow and mist. Listen softly,
for the melodies are woven through the fabric of your dreams—an echo
of echoes, a tune without a source, a dance without a dancer.
Repeat the phrases, let them linger:
"The moon sings tonight, the stars hum in delight."
"Shadows stretch, and melodies etch themselves on the wind."
"Listen to the notes unseen, dance with the dreams in between."
If you wish to venture deeper, follow the path of light:
Whispering Stars
Phantom Dancers
Echoes of Time