Upon the tapestry of night, wisdom threads itself in cosmic dance.
When shadows stretch their fingers, grasping at our waking dreams,
Do you feel the burnished whispers of stars, seeding fables into the firmament?
An owl, solitary and sage, scans the abyss with fearless eyes.
When the winds howl through the void, it hoots the truth of silence,
Calling to the restless, beckoning them to divest their plotted paths.
In the celestial labyrinth, constellations guide the intrepid souls,
Their luminous veins writing destinies in astral ink,
Are your fears mapped among these heavenly lines?
Navigate through the enigma and discover deeper stories:
Lost Echoes •
Starlit Whispers