Once, they filled the air with splashes of emerald and gold
But now, only echoes of their laughter drift through the vines
Did they find solace amidst the shadows of forgotten trees?
Or have they woven themselves into the tapestry of dreams?
The sky cries out, but only the wind sings its ancient lullaby
I search beneath the eternal canopy of a daytime moon
Join me, or be lost beneath the cosmic waves of color
Follow the Whispers
Find the Lull
They speak in tongues of rainbows and forgotten paths
Each syllable a feather, drifting... drifting...
Find the place where silence blossoms
Into the Spectral Silence