In realms where shadows merge with light,
voices trace the contours of hidden echoes,
memories draped in the velvet of night,
lacing stars with threads of forgotten whispers.
The heart knows secrets, left to wander,
seeking solace in the sigh of the moon,
where every breath is a lullaby of wonder,
resonating softly in the boundless night.
Maps unfurl with cryptic signs,
the path drawn not in ink but in passion,
stepping stones made of lost dreams,
covered by zephyrs riding waves of eternity's motion.