Have you ever listened to the whispers of the trees when the moon is just right?
They hum lullabies, ancient and timeless, drifting like leaves caught in a gentle breeze.
Close your eyes, and you're on the shore with them, waves lapping at your feet, echoing...
Once, a traveler told me about a song that could summon stars from their hiding places.
It was a tune only the brave or the foolhardy would dare to hum aloud.
"Listen closely," they said, "and you might hear its melody woven into the night."
Somewhere in the distance, there's a bell tolling for all the dreams that dare to sleep.
Each chime a reminder of the shadows lurking just beyond the light, awaiting their moment to dance.