In the forgotten corners of a whispered twilight,
The chandelier of stars flickers in an indigo sigh,
Casting echoes of dreams, doodles left in forgotten margins.
Can you see? Beyond the horizon where sky kisses earth, lies the realm of whispered melodies and silent echoes.
Wander the night streets, past muted reflections; look closely for the flickers of phosphor illuminating secrets in the gaps of reality.
Dreams write themselves, invisible ink dancing across the imagination's page.