In the land of whispers, where shadows hide secrets, little ones tread softly on paths of silver mist.
The moon wears a crown of twinkling stars, silently guarding the sleep of the wary dreamers.
In the heart of the silent woods, tiny voices echo, singing lullabies never sung before.
Do you hear them? The whispers of forgotten tales, drifting like autumn leaves.
Long ago, in a time wrapped in velvet night, there lived a guardian. A guardian of secrets and of dreams.
Sing with the shadows