When the moon hides and stars dance, there comes a hush—like a lullaby from the sky.
In the silent corners of the universe, where sandcastles of light tumble into dark oceans, lies the blackhole.
Here, little dreams slip away into gentle arms, and time winks like a shy kitten.
Oh, how sweetly the echoes cradle those brave enough to listen! They sing of the endless sea, of time that scoops up our whispers and keeps them in its treasure chest.
Should you wish to wander closer, peek through this gate:
But beware, dear traveler, for the lullabies linger long after you've left, weaving through your thoughts like a gentle brook. The stars spin tales of wonder, a tapestry only the brave can fathom.
Goodnight, little voyager, may you dream of places where your soul can dance amongst the stars.