As the first light kisses the horizon, shadows retreat into tales untold. Each echo from the night wraps around the morning, a silent embrace of squelching stars and waking dreams. The horizon hums an ancient lullaby, resonating in the hollow of quiet eternity.
Listen closely. The dew-crusted grass holds secrets woven by moonlight threads—a tapestry unseen, yet felt in the pulse of rising sun. Time dances on invisible strings, a fae melody spun softly in the dawn's breath.
Twilight Murmurs