In the tapestry of night, woven from threads of starshine and shadow, lay the remnants of forgotten dreams. Do they not whisper?
"Each dream, a door unopened, each memory, a ghost wandering in corridors unseen."
As the world spins its tale in the eternal dance of dawn and dusk, the whispers linger, hauntingly beautiful, a reminder of what could have been, or perhaps, what never was. A dream of a world where whispers speak louder than words, where the sky sings and the earth listens.
Whispers of the Echoes