Beneath the quilt of velvet night, where dreams twist and twine,
echoes linger, softly calling.
Silent footsteps trace their paths on marble-reflected twilight,
in a labyrinth of sleeping halls.
Stars murmur secrets to the restless sea, their silver tongues dancing
upon the ink-black void.
In the heart of slumber's embrace, we weave the wild tapestry of thought,
threads of light, and shadows caught.
Timeless stories breathe in whispers,
crafting castles in the wind,
as the moon weaves tales of ancient kin.
Each heartbeat a gentle echo against time's empty walls, each sigh a
ripple in the starry sea.