In the quiet stillness of the velvet night, there comes a whisper of forgotten melodies, drifting like mist upon the gentle waves of slumber. The stars hum an ancient tune, one that cradles the weary heart in its cosmic embrace. These are the symphonies of phantoms, timeless and boundless, echoing through the corridors of dreams.
Somewhere amidst the notes, a specter dances.
The moon, a silent conductor, orchestrates the spheres with a tender touch. Beneath its gaze, shadows play upon the landscape, weaving tales of the unseen. Each star is a note, twinkling in the vast symphony of the void, a lullaby for those brave enough to dream. There lies a path of stardust, leading the lost to the heart of the nocturne.
Follow the Echoes