The moonlit echo sings of absences, softening the edges of the night. I wander, tracing the shadows of dreams.

In the distance, a boat’s lullaby rocks gently, a tender waltz against the tides—each note a thread unraveling time’s knots.

The lighthouse stands silent, a guardian against unspoken fears, its light slicing the dark with hesitant warmth.

Will you follow its beams? Turn to Shadow Song and see where the moonlight guides.

Listen closely, for the corridors of night hum with whispered lullabies, secrets wrapped in the embrace of starlight.

Perhaps you'd prefer the soft chime of the Tide Murmur instead.