In the hush of moon-shrouded realms,
where shadows themselves step lightly,
whispers form constellations of forgotten dreams,
etched in the ink of silent screams.
Murmurings of the Void
Stars blink with the rhythm of unheard melodies,
each twinkle a note in a symphony of solitude.
Listen, for the darkness hums its secret song,
woven with threads of light and echoes long.
Phantoms of the Dusk
Beneath this celestial tapestry, we dance,
our movements a chorus of shadow and light.
Here, every silent scream is a step,
a graceful arc in the nocturnal ballet.
Serenade of the Nightfall