Lessons from Shadows

Do dreams dress themselves in moonlight, or is the moon dreaming its own glow?

When the stars whisper secrets, do we listen, or do we hear their silence sing?

In the heart of twilight, what color is the absence of light, and who dreams in its presence?

In steps the cloaked wanderer of an unseen street, wearing words as cloaks, unraveling unspoken truth. A spectrum of shadows teach lessons unaware, in this realm murmuring of forgotten constellations.

Do you see the flickering screens by the road? Each pulse, a memory forgotten by time, rewriting the narrations of daydreams turned midnight echoes.

Follow the Unsung Melodies Seek the Silent Horizons