In the cathedral of whispers, where shadows caress the light,
lay the tapestry of dreams—woven threads in silver night.
Once vivid, now veiled in the mist of a slumbering sigh,
the stories of long-forgotten echoes in the twilight sky.
Hear the murmurs of the ocean, where reality bends and twists,
beneath the timeless moon, in the realm of silenced trysts.
The murmurs of ancient stories, whispered from the deep,
a lullaby for wandering souls, where memories never sleep.
Dance with the shadows, embrace their tender caress,
in this sanctuary of dreams, where the unspoken confess.
Let the remnants of past slumbers, crystallized in starlight,
guide you through the corridors of the endless night.