In the land of silent echoes, where the stars trace dreams beneath a velvet sky,
there lies a fable, a tale spun in stardust.
Time flows differently here, as if captured within an amber drop,
held in the stillness of eternity's breath.
A moth dances with shadows, seeking solace in the glow of a forgotten moon.
Words float like autumn leaves upon the golden river of moments past.
Do you hear them? Listen closely.
A voice says, "Lost things often find themselves here," and the night smiles,
its stars blinking like secrets kept among lost friends.
Reach for the echo, touch the silence.