Amongst the swirling shadows of the midnight thoughts, a whisper echoes—
"Find the stars among the forgotten whispers," it says.
And so we chart our journey, through echoes of laughter turned to starlight.
The lullaby hums and the universe sighs,
while Orion cradles the fading touch of youthful dreams,
and Pegasus runs wild across the canvas of minds,
brushing galaxies anew with the palette of nostalgia.
In corridors of lucid twilight, where memory meets the cosmic dust,
the past flows through like a gentle current, weaving threads of time.
Each moment, a constellation, a comet's fleeting trail,
etched in silence upon the universe's skin.