In the hidden realm beneath the moonlit shadows,
where echoes of forgotten dreams softly dwell,
a whisper calls through veils of silver mist.
"The stars, once so bright, now flicker in shadows,
memories of night, remnants of the subconscious,
linger like leaves in a forgotten stream."
Listen closely—
to the secrets that sleep in the alleys of time,
where the world forgot to dance, and the sky, poetic ink.
Seek the path where shadows remember,
and dreams unspun weave their silent tales.