In the sky, there are secret voices, hidden in the twinkling stars.
They sing songs of forgotten dreams, dreams that never were like bubbles in the air.
Close your eyes, listen…
Can you hear them? They murmur tales of hidden truths,
Truths so ugly, like a sleepy dragon under a bridge,
Too lazy to chase away the badger who stole its lunch.
Beyond the Milky Way, where the soft whispers of broken wishes dance,
Stars giggle, playing hide and seek with the moon.
And the ugliest truth is…
that even stars can be lonely, sometimes.