Listen. Can you hear the whispers carried by the night? They ride on dusky winds, tracing the outlines of forgotten silhouettes that dance in moonlight's gentle glow.

Once, under starlit skies, these forms held stories untold, dreams untapped, hushed lullabies spilling from their shadowy lips. Their presence lingered like a mist, warming the air with an ethereal touch, inviting you to cross the line between seen and unseen.

Your fingers brush against them, and for a moment, you are drawn into their realm—a place where phantoms of memory scrawl messages on an invisible wall between worlds. Each letter glimmers, a brilliant trace of time slipping through ghostly hands.

Would you follow their path? Beyond the echoes, where each step reverberates like a heartbeat in the dark?

It's here, in this space between sleep and wakeness, that the weft of dreams bends and breaks, revealing truths hidden in the shadows.

Listen closely, and the silence might just sing to you.