Do you ever hear the whispers when the stars lean closer? It's like the universe is dropping hints in a language only we dreamers understand. You've got to be tuned just right, like an old radio searching for a signal amid the static.
Forget the hum of realities, and listen to the tambours of gravity as they echo in forgotten spaces of your mind. It's calming, in a way. They remind you of notes left unfinished, journeys untraveled, shadows cast by the gentle warmth of memories that never were but could be.
Here's a thought for you: each of these words, these strands woven together, could be a key unlocking a door to a dream left ajar by the night's embrace. Try to peek through, if you dare.