In the vivacious realms of twilight, where Banshee's breath whispers softly, the starry echoes unveil.
Notes of crystal rain, a symphony in color—an orchestra composed of shadows. Where reality melts away, and thoughts drift and dance, tangled in spectrums.
Beyond each dawn's mirror, the dreams uncoil. A kaleidoscope serenade, refracting memory and light, a tireless wanderer.
Time dissolves, shimmering whispers in an ecliptic embrace, boundless ever, caught inside a prism of fading echoes.
Let your mind sail upon this ethereal tide, a crescendo of silent stars beyond tangible borders.