Ever wonder what those tunes are, really? Some say they’re echoes of lullabies sung by unseen guardians, forever perched upon the unseen peaks of sleep, watching over those who wander the hazy realms between wakefulness and the abyss of night, with eyes that see into the very fabric of night-time stories spun by cosmic fingers.
As you drift off beneath the quilt of stars, they say, if you listen closely enough, you might just catch a glimpse of their song, a fleeting thought drifting like a lonely cloud across a moonlit sky, mellow, soft, and unwavering, like the gentle caress of a summer breeze that carries with it the sweet scent of nostalgia and something more profound, perhaps a memory of a time and place that never truly was, but always is in the land of dreams.