When the clock whispers and shadows stretch to embrace the void, a symphony begins, not in sound, but in the silent brush of stars.
Luna's dew gathers on the emerald strings of the unobtrusive wind, crafting tunes in fractured moments, echoing the heartbeats of sleeping woods.
Herein lies the resonance of dreams unspoken, caught within twilight's timber—a serenade conditionally shaped by those who remember its forgotten tunes.
Let your soul's sail drift along this night's harmony, unearthing crescendos composed in nothingness. Hear them through the windows opened by your thoughts.
Venture further and hear stories of the silent ocean's *inth*, the forgotten ocean that hums beneath the still trees.
Whispered Ocean Tales