Beyond the edge of your waking dreams lies a stream, silently flowing beneath the canopy of stars, where moonlight weaves forgotten lullabies into the fabric of the night. Sleep, little wanderer, for the stars sing their ancient songs, and the world folds around you in gentle embrace.
The lullaby of the forgotten, a murmur beneath the silence, like a whisper of wind through autumn leaves. Close your eyes and listen to the echoes, for they tell tales of lands unseen and dreams unremembered.
In the heart of the midnight sea, the sirens call with voices made of twilight, drawing you into a sleep deeper than eternity, where every breath is a step further into the stars’ forgotten embrace.