The wind sang a forgotten song last night, entangled in the rustle of maple leaves. She heard a dream of twilight murmurs, clandestine tales escaping from locked drawers: an unraveled promise under moonbeams.
Every star holds a secret; beneath the veil of cosmic whispers, fragments of eternity linger in lost lullabies. See the arcane flicker: within those echoes solemn promises wander.