When the night wanes and the stars blink, teach the silence a lullaby, woven with threads of silver and shadow. Let it echo on the moons of mirth, where truth and ethereal laughter collide, lost in the expanse of time.
"When the owl sings and the moon fades, walk these paths under the watchful glow of midnight."
Silence is a law unto itself, a sovereign realm of truths not yet birthed. Learn its rhythms, its heartbeats aligned with the cosmos' own lullabies. Dance gently upon this realm, where echoes lead your steps and shadows cradle your soul.
Echoes of Dream