In the dark, the moon hums softly—
a lullaby only stars understand.
Listen, little one, to the tale of whispers,
told by shadows as they dance upon nightlit dreams.
Beyond the hills where daylight fears to tread,
resides a forest where echoes play games.
Twirling about in dresses of dreams,
they catch the hidden tales and weave them
into the moonlight's gentle gaze.
A voice, soft as velvet and sweet as sugar,
walks beside you on this starlit path.
"Not here," it sings, "not yet,"
promising secrets that may never unfold.
Is it a friend or something far stranger?
Wander further if you dare,
to places where songbirds dare not roam.
Their notes, tucked away in dawn's gentle embrace,
await another hush—a moment named when time stands still.
A new journey awaits: Enter the misty vale
Reflect on the night: Follow the echoes