"They spoke of starlit paths, weaving through the heart of shadows," she murmured,
her voice the echo of distant oceans.
"And the sky's whisper, a muted melody, told us tales once forgotten."
From the window carved in mist,
voices like autumn leaves drifted,
brushing against our dreams with tales of the waking world.
Collect the fleeting echoes in your palm,
let them guide your silent journey
towards the whispered dawn.