In the whispering cloak of twilight, the stars bleed into the sky—eternal drops quivering on time’s precipice.
Portal to Voyage — Such is the path, winding and lit by gasps of glimmer...
Every flickering echo is a tale of the whispers forgotten in joyous lament, poised like a phantom waltz of the night.
Do the lights speak in tongues only understood by shadows? Do they hum lullabies to the forest songbirds?