Somewhere between dusk and dawn, where echoes remember their names, a dream lies dormant.
The moon sang a ballad of forgotten stars,
whispering secrets only the night knows.
A tapestry woven with threads of silver and silence.
A fleeting vision, like vapor, dances in the air,
its melody dissolving into the ether.
Eyes opened to smoky mirrors,
reflecting a kaleidoscope of dreams.
Footprints on shores of shifting sands,
leading nowhere yet everywhere.