The Silent Crescendo

Echoes of a thousand whispered dreams, beneath the neon glow of yesterday's mourning. Steps on cracked pavement, where the moon wears a crown of forgotten lullabies. Purity dissolving into noise, did you hear the world sigh? The clock is a thief, and time laughs. Interstellar whispers tangled in human breath, weaving tapestries of stars and scattered wishes. Do you remember the night's embrace, soft as a lover's secret? Aphelion Oath: where gravity succumbs to poetry, Sylvan Fable: truths hidden among the roots.