The universe trembles with unasked questions.
In the cavernous stretch of silent echoes, there lies a hidden song, humming... do you hear it? Sing along.
Here, in the final breath of twilight, where colors slip and whisper secrets to the shadows, I wander alone.
Once there was a girl made of silt and starlight...
She danced on dreams and left behind trails of fading embers.
Do you know her story? Do you believe in mirages?
Listen, and the world may unravel.
Here lies the intersection of breath and silence: the ghost's dream, where even the roses forget their red.