Between the cracks of yesternight and tomorrow's dawn, a voice flowed like mist upon silent waters.
"Where do you go, when the stars are out of reach?" whispered the trees, their leaves trembling in the moonlight.
A path unwalked lay beneath a tapestry of shadows, embroidered with tales stitched by the hands of oblivion.
Once, an echo answered—soft as a sigh, firm as a promise.
"To realms beyond seeing, where time folds like forgotten dreams."
Echoes, mirrors of silence, danced around a fire that flickered in the heart of nowhere.
Laughter, the sound of raindrops resting upon the thawed ground.
Footsteps, mismatched, on a road that only exists when unseen eyes wander.
They sought the lavender sky, where clouds mold the vague figure of solitude.