In the quiet reflections dusted by evening starlight,
paths unfurl into realms untouched by lost tomorrows.
Here, beneath the moon's forgotten whispers,
an echo of innocence crafts itself anew.
In children’s dreams, the fabric of whispers weaves time’s tapestry—
every thread a possibility, every knot a choice unchosen,
lacing through shadows and secrets, locked within the dawn.
What remains when dreams dissolve into light?
A question borne aloft on the wings of silence,
that cradles worlds yet to awaken.
Dance softly in spheres where sleep speaks truths untold.