Once upon a time, in a sky painted with dreams, the stars held a secret.
They whispered tales of the auroras, shimmering like ribbons of magic.
Do you hear them? The stars sing softly, only to those who believe.
In the stillness, where the earth meets the sky, lies a pool of forgotten light.
Here, the phantom clouds drift, casting shadows of memories unmade.
And the water, oh the water, sparkles with whispers of ancient hopes.
Long ago, tiny stars fell, and in their wake, they left footprints made of silver.
Touch them lightly, and you might glimpse a dream visitor dancing in the moonlight.