Once upon a borrowed time, the stars spoke, not in twinkles, but in timid whispers.
Beyond the horizon, a silver dragon wore clouds like capes, weaving daydreams into night.
Silly shadows danced, trying on shoes much too big for their tender nighttime soles.
The rabbit—yes, that rabbit—in the corner, sketches the world's edges with glowworms.
Are you listening, bird atop the lighthouse? I think you’re the secret keeper of sunken truths.
Beneath your soft giggles, oceans curl and uncurl like the memories too shy to rise.
Never was a carpet so woven with paths diverging; threads of wishes threadbare.
Silent Murmurs - where the whispers find their rest.
Twilight Fables - tales told by shadows beneath day’s curious gaze.