In the quiet of the evening, shadows stretch like sleepy cats. The stars blink slowly, their lullaby a song only the moon can hum. Starlight dances on the ripples of dreams.
A gentle breeze whispers secrets of the misty woods. Fantasy creatures hide beneath the ferns, waiting for silvery night to wrap them in its embrace.
There once was a little cloud, curious and bright, who wanted to touch the stars. She floated away, leaving behind a trail of sleepy rainbows. It is said, if you listen closely, you can hear her giggles in the twilight. Rainbows that sing.
The forest echoes with tales of yore, of brave knights and gentle fairies, stories spun from the night's silken threads. Whispers of forgotten songs linger in the air.
Close your eyes, and the echo of the wind becomes a lullaby, soft and sweet, guiding you to lands beyond the waking world. Lullaby in the dark, a song of peace.