Listen closely, as the winds carry muted voices,
fragmented thoughts like stardust scattered
across the velvet canvas of night. Can you hear
the echoes of forgotten wishes, laced with the
fragrance of ancient leaves?
Inhale the murmurs like whispered spells,
exhalations of dreams unfurling in the dawn,
each step a dance upon the silver dew.
Shadows ink the edges of reality's fabric,
stitching stories with thread of moonlight.
Seek the truth in the spaces between words,
where silence hums a melody of truth,
and pause to let it wash over your soul.
Every secret held by the dreaming world
is a star waiting to illuminate the void.