As the sun dips below the horizon, the heat of the day transforms into a cooler embrace. Listen closely, and you'll hear the world shift its phase, like a sleepwalker changing course in the night. It is in these moments that the universe hums its ancient lullabies. They are songs of constancy, sung by the rocks, the rivers, and the shifting sands.
The trees sway gently, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. A faraway train's melancholic whistle echoes through the valleys, a reminder of journeys untaken. The stars blink into existence, a celestial chorus in the making. Each star a note, each constellation a refrain in this timeless symphony.
In the stillness, we find solace. Standing on the precipice of sleep, we sense the pull of gravity, not of the earth, but of dreams. They call to us, soft and insistent, like a lullaby sung in the quiet of night.