The stars, they flicker and hum, like dreams half-remembered, caught in a child's throat,
glowing softly with a whispering tongue. Shadows stretch long, playing tricks in corners,
where secrets hide beneath dust motes, waiting for gentle hands to lift them.
A voice, sweet and eerie, calls out from the depths:
"Once upon a night, in a world not quite awake, there lived a rabbit with a clock that tick-tocked
backward through time, unraveling moments into trails of stardust and forgotten laughter..."
Follow the shadow or
Chase the flickers
The moon watches, not a friend nor a foe, just a round wheel of pale dreams spinning
in the sky. Beneath it, the wanderer steps softly, footprints leaving echoes on clouds,
each step a silent ode to what was and what could never be.
And in the distance, a door creaks open, revealing nothing but endless night and the scent
of forgotten yesterdays drifting like petals on a stream...