{echo_sclandestine}
In the depth of twilight, tresses of silver thread—lost stories spun and wheeled. Voids cradle gentle falls, murmuring invisible ocean currents sleep—visit the shines.
Anchored by the sea of bound dreams, the stars bend to share a vivid nocturne, their melody trailing the amorphous dawn—luminance hoisting ethereal serenades.
Sapphire murmurs bring closed curtain apertures all around; footsteps across souls brushed softly by history speaking interwoven lessons—breathe with time.