When you listen carefully, you can hear the stories sleeping in the quiet, soft whispers that tickle your ears and invite you to dance.
Embrace the soundless songs and let them lead you through the door that opens not on hinges, but on dreams.
But beware, young traveler; for not all lullabies are kind, and the shadows know your name. They sing a tune that some say is meant for the brave, others for the foolish. Yet, something in the melody pulls you closer.
Do you hear it? The echoes say it differently to every ear, a riddle wrapped in a hymn of twilight whispers and the lingering glow of forgotten stars.
Let the silence be your compass. Follow those fragments, and soon you’ll find that even the quiet has a map to all the places the moon has ever wept.