In the cradle of solitude lay a question, a whisper of stars woven into the silence, yearning for its echo.
The inquiry - poised above like a crescent moon, downpouring its enigma upon the night, within walls of an ancient timbre.
The air, laden with the fragrance of dreams unspoken, holds the reverberation of a voice long forgotten. Where does the land meet the sea in this vast sky, where only the shadows know the truth?