Somewhere in the shadows of the infinite canvas, the stars linger on the precipice of oblivion. Whispering trees laugh in the silence, mocking the brilliance of celestial wanderers.
An octopus dreams of flight, tentacles weaving constellations only to forget them at dawn. Oh, the cosmic irony!
Beneath the moonlit laughter of cheeky clouds, streets paved with pearls cry out for the embrace of the sun. Have you danced with the stars tonight, or are they merely your reflection in a puddle of moonlight?
Captured by currents, adrift yet anchored in the paradox of being. Hold fast to the moments yet they slip through like grains of cosmic sand.
Luminous and fading, a truth that echoes in the emptiness. Drink deep from the constellations, and let their light guide your restless dreams.