Fleeting Whispers

Once the stars, they wore whispers, clinging like dewdrops on a web spun between days, stretching into the crescent glow of twilight. Inside the velvet corridors of the night, eyes close, and syllables drift past like autumn leaves caught in an unseen eddy.

Shadows dance on yesterday's echoes, where the winds hum to forgotten lullabies that cradled dreams into shape before dissolving into dawn's pleading light.

Wander while you whisper, tread softly in the remnants of slumber's grace. The night folds in on itself, each fold hiding a silent story sung by ghostly choirs.

The old trees remember, their bark whispering secrets to the soil, where spirits breathe through roots and sleep among the stars buried in the earth. There's a path within the hush, where light stitches itself into darker folds,

and leaves a trail leading you, yes, you, toward **the sanctuary of nowhere in particular**.

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Allow the serenade of solitude to fill your void as you glide through the unknown pixels of time.