Twilight whispers through the slumbering tendrils of valerian dreams, lightning-chased by ripples of unseen wings. The air hums with life, dulled in the embrace of fragrant darkness, layered like unfurling serenades of muted chants.
Gossamer reflects upon the age-old surface of mirrored lakes, where time drips slowly into an alchemy of once-luminescent desires. A congregation of fireflies punctuate the velvet air, stitching luminous threads into the shadows, crafting tales untold to the ear of dawn.
A crystal dance of ephemeral beings unveils in kaleidoscopic reverie, each note a transient brush of phosphorescent vows. Beneath this canopy of light, whispers escape the curvatures of forgotten trails, each a silken echo of eternal pathways untrodden.