When shadows stretch long and the day slips away, echoing laughter vibrates through murmurs of dusk. Time, a plucked string, resonating with silence, unbinding fragmented whispers of forgotten lullabies.
Can you grasp the melodies dancing on the breeze? Threads woven with nostalgia, bind—
Now and then, a sigh escapes reveries searched; they bloom like night-opening flowers under a shroud of velvet twilight, a soft embrace of tenderness.
It is here, in the heart of dreams, we sing the secret words—that intertwine the past’s hesitant embrace with tomorrows awaiting our laughter to ignite.