In the endless fabric of the night, stitched with breath and wonder, the stars sang softly. This was the place where echoes met echoes, and hollow moments played tag with reflection.
Once, beyond a horizon unseen, a village nested quietly among shadowed trees. Here, time stretched between heartbeats, weaving a silence so profound it dared anyone to interrupt its delicate frequency.
It was said that between these beats, the dreamers found their laughter resonating with the pulse of the cosmos, a lingering note on a forgotten scale. Listen, they murmured. Learn, they whispered. Home placed its hands over the ears seeking understanding.