Beneath the murmurs of twilight, a tapestry breathes. The silence stitches ephemeral tales, threads of forgotten whispers dancing on a canvas of starlight. Between the harmonies of unsaid words, lies a world where colors sing and dreams paint the invisible.
Can you hear the shadows when they laugh? Each hue a voice, each voice a universe. Beyond the edges of waking lies the dance of chromatic rhythms, a lullaby for the shades of yesterday's tomorrows.