In the land of horizon layers, where the sun naps behind whisper curtains, exists a lullaby that sings in bits and bytes. An opera of silence, yet full of static surprises.
Did you ever hear the tale of the sheep who counted fences instead of jumping? If not, this lullaby will hum it for you in a way that makes even the stars chuckle.
"Hush now," the binary crickets chirp, "for in this serenade, the melody fidgets and giggles."
Here, amid the mellow hum, the radio tuned to spectrum static, you shall find the secret to a peaceful sleep: counting the whispers that never were.
Remember, the echo of the whisper veil does not sing; it merely teases the tongue-tied nightbird and giggles at the glowbugs' dance.
So, let the night echo with your snickers and hums. For the horizon layers hear only your curly lambs and their wooly wall counts!