Have you heard the story of the coil that cradles twilight? She moves slowly through the recesses of forgotten dreams, embracing the echoes with soft whispers spoken only under the gaze of starlit skies.

Once, there was a lullaby woven through the silken strands of night, a song that only the moon could remember. It hummed of ancient paths carved by the gentle hands of time, leading away from the twilight’s embers into realms untouched by sorrow.