Up in the sky, little voices sing. In the dark, a gentle touch, a whisper. Stars blink like sleepy eyes. Sometimes, they scream, but oh so quietly.
Do you hear them? The songs of the lonely? They cry for comfort, for warmth, for friends. In the vastness, a gentle hug of the night. Come, let us find a twinkling friend together.
Hidden Moons' Dance | Shadowed Paths