Forgotten Lullabies

In the twilight of yesterday, echoes linger, haunting the corridors of memory. A gentle murmur, a tender embrace, woven with threads of time. The heart recalls a melody that never was, a song sung by shadows under the pale moon.

Once, the lullabies soothed restless souls, cradled in the arms of dreams. Notes, like feathers, floated—silent witnesses to whispered secrets in the dark. What tales did they tell, woven between silken threads of sleep and waking?

Chase the echoes of a laughter lost in passing.
Embrace the whispers of silhouettes against the dawn.